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
that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what of facts 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 kiss my asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press forward

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

I know what you take me as
Or understand the 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 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 year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In my rear view is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the to the floor

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

'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 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 a weapon 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 in the back
And I know my rights, so you need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you 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 search my shit
Well we'll see how 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' 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' girl 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 like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a
But a pussy no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the
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 thing 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
through the system with the riff-raff again

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

All because this fool was them
Tryin' to the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 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 problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't 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

Havin' girl 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