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

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

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

99 problems but a ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I 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, pull the car or
on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I over 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 a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some
you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and registration and out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I a lot of you are
I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the
And I my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you 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 illegally search my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but 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 bitch 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

Now upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like 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 bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' 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
Back through the system the riff-raff again

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

All because this was harassin' them
to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch ain't one, hit me

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

girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, it's boy