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 that say he's 'Money, Cash,
I'm from the hood stupid, type of facts are those?

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

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

I don't know what you 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 havin' girl I feel 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
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the
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 reader sir? I don't know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo'?
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 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 for that
you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', important or somethin'

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my
we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
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 bitch one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch 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
is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
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 I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back the system with the riff-raff again

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

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

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

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