Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you girl problems I feel 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 that say he's 'Money, Cash,
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of are those?

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

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

I know what you take me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I dumb
I got 99 problems, but 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

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

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

I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo'?
you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and registration and 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 around the car a little bit?

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

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

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But bust a grape in a fruit fight

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

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

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

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