Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

If you havin' girl problems I 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 say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

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

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

I don't know you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that has
I'm from, rags to riches, I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

99 but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

The is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rear mirror 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 to see no highway 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 stoppin' you

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my real low
Or do I look a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I some mo'?
Well you was 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 steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you 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 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 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

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

I try to ignore him, talk to the
for him, but some fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be to the Captain
And there I go, in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the again

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

All because this fool was harassin'
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 ain't 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 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 problems I bad for you son
I got 99 and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for one Rick, it's your boy