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 on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna sure my casket's closed
Rap that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin'
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I don't know what you me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't
I got 99 problems, but a ain't 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

The is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my view mirror 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 with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I pull to the side of the road
Son do you know why I'm you for?

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

and registration 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 legit
Well do you if I look around the car a little bit?

Well my compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' 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
we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time, not too ago
A nigga like 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 know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

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

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

All because this fool was them
to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and 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 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' girl problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch one, ha ha
You crazy for one Rick, it's your boy