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 wanna make my casket's closed
Rap critics 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 zapper
You'd celebrate the minute you was 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 play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my ass
So advertisers can give 'em more 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 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

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

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase 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 hat's 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 doin fifty-five in the

License and 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 mind if I look around the car a little

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 sharp as a tack, you try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody or somethin'

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are the canine comes
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 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

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

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

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

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

All because this fool was harassin'
Tryin' to play the boy like saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got 99 problems B and 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 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

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