Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

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

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 my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play 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 more 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 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 ain't one, hit me

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

And I tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can the case
So I over to the side of the road
Son do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo'?
Well you was doin in the fifty-four

and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a on you? I know a lot of you are
I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?

my glove 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 lawyer or somethin', somebody or somethin'

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

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

Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga myself 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 ignore him, to the Lord
for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

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

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

All because this was harassin' them
to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch ain't 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 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 one Rick, it's your boy