Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems (Remix)

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

I got the rap on the gat patrol
Foes that want ta sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid?what type of are those?
If you grew up with holes in your
celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like "Fuck critics" you can kiss my asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward?
Got beef with radio if I don't they show
They don't play my hits, well, I give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my 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 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

Year's '94 and my is raw
In my rear view mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or, hmm,
Bounce on the devil, put the to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars I could fight the
So I, pull to the side of the road
I "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't
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 a weapon on you, I know a lot of you are"
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I around the car a little 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 You some type of lawyer or something?
"Somebody or something?"
Child, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't search 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 but a bitch ain't one
If you having problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

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

Ninety nine 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

nine problems 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

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

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