Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

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

If you grew up holes in your zapper toes
celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can my whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I don't 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 ain't 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

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

And I ain't tryin' to see no 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 why I'm stoppin' you for?

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

and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers
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' a warrant 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 won't search my shit
we'll see how smart you are when 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 bitch 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 upon a time, not too long ago
A like myself 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, talk to the
Pray for him, but some fools just love to
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 gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the with the riff-raff again

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

All this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's
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 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

Havin' problems 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