Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat
Foes that make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, 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 kiss my whole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast

Got beef with radio if I don't play they
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 know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I dumb
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

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 pedal to the

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

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

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 is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you need a warrant for that
you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', important or somethin'

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

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

Now once upon a time, not too ago
A nigga like myself had to arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the 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 know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

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

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

All because this was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got 99 problems B and a 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 ain't 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 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 one Rick, it's your boy