Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

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

If you grew up with holes in zapper toes
You'd celebrate the you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play 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 cash for ads, fuckers

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

99 problems but a 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 to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can the case
So I pull over to the side of the
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 a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some
you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a on you? I know a lot of you are
I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little

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

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

99 problems but a 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 upon a time, not too ago
A nigga like had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

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

And only thing 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 system with the riff-raff

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

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

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

Havin' problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, your boy