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 sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the stupid, what type of facts are those?

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

Got beef with radio if I don't play 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 for ads, fuckers

I don't what you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a ain't 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 bitch 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
Bounce on the Devil, put the to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I over to the side of the road
Son do you know why I'm you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo'?
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 legit
Well do you mind if I look the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the in the back
And I my rights, so you gon' need 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 illegally my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine
I got 99 problems, but 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 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

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

I try to ignore him, to the Lord
Pray for him, but some just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

And only that's gon' 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
Back through the with the riff-raff again

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

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

99 problems but a bitch 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 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 bitch one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, your boy