Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the Rap on the gat patrol
that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash,
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 havin'
I'm like fuck critics, you can my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast

Got with radio if I don't play they show
don't play 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 dumb
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 ain't one, hit me

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

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars, I can the case
So I over 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 should I guess some
Well you was doin in the fifty-four

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

Well my glove is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a for that
you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or

I ain't 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 canine
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 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

Now once upon a time, not too ago
A like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of 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 love to
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight

And only thing that's happen 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 with the riff-raff

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

All this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to 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' girl problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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

Havin' girl I feel bad for you son
I got 99 and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, your boy