Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

If having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one

I got the rap patrol on the gat
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm the hood, stupid?what type of facts are those?
If you up with holes in your zapatos
You'd the minute you was having dough
I'm "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast
Got beef with if I don't play they show
They don't my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers
I don't what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine but a bitch ain't one
If you having problems I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase Jake
I got a few dollars I could fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
Cause I'm and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo?
"Well you was fifty-five in the fifty-four", uh huh
"License and and step out of the car
"Are you carrying a on you, I know a lot of you are"
I stepping out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk and the
And I know my rights so you need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a ain't one
If you having girl I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety problems but a bitch ain't one
If you girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now once a time not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a
But a pussy having no sense try and push me
I to ignore 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be yapping to the
And there I go in the Kit Kat again
Back through the system with the riff again
Fiends on the scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras, them
D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft
a mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety nine being a bitch ain't one, hit me

nine problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a ain't one
If you having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch one, hit me

Having girl problems I bad for you son
I got ninety problems and a bitch ain't one

You're crazy for one, Rick, it's your boy