Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you girl 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 wanna make my casket's closed
Rap critics that say 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of are those?

If you grew up with holes in 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 press forward

Got with radio if I don't play they show
They play my hits, well 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, I ain't dumb
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

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

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 know why I'm you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind sir? I don't 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 steppin' out of shit, all my papers
Well do you mind if I look around the car a bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the
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 passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my
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 ain't one, hit me

Now upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strong 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 ignore him, talk to the
Pray for him, but some fools just to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

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

on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin'
D.A. try to give a shaft again
Half a mill' for 'cause I'm African

All because fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch 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 problems but a ain't one
If you havin' problems 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