Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

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

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

'94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfucking law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull over to the of the road
I heard "Son, do you know why I'm you for?"
I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under or should 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 is locked, so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you goin' a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how you are when the K-9 come"
I got ninety nine problems but a ain't one, hit me

x2]

Now upon a time not too long ago
A like myself had to strong arm a ho
is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn try and push me
I tried to 'em, talk to the Lord
Pray for 'em, cause fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit
The only thing that's goin' happen is get to clapping and
He and his boys goin' be to the captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit Kat
through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snapping them
D.A. tried to a nigga shaft again
Half a mil for cause I'm African
All this fool was harassing them
Trying to play the boy like saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got ninety nine problems a bitch ain't one, hit me

x2]

Having problems I feel bad for you son
I got nine problems and a bitch ain't one

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