Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you havin' girl problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat
that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are

If you grew up with in your zapper toes
You'd the minute you was havin' dough
I'm fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast

Got beef radio if I don't play they show
They play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers

I know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I dumb
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

99 but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

The year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In my view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, pull the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no chase with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the of the road
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you

'Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader I don't know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo'?
Well you was doin fifty-five in the

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 look around the car a bit?

Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for
Aren't you as a tack, you should try out
For or somethin', somebody important or somethin'

Child I passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
Well see how smart you are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

99 but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the of havin' a pussy
But a havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

And only that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat
Back through the with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, again
Paparazzis they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a shaft again
Half a for bail 'cause I'm African

All this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy he's saccharin'
But nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a ain't one
If you girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch one
If you havin' girl problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Havin' girl I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a ain't one, ha ha
You for this one Rick, it's your boy