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 Patrol on the gat
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 facts are

If you grew up with holes in zapper toes
You'd celebrate the 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 radio if I don't they show
They don't play my hits, I don't give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you me as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, I ain't dumb
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 bitch one, hit me

The year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, pull the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the

And I ain't to see no highway chase 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 stoppin' you

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

License and and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers
Well do you mind if I around the car a little bit?

my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' a warrant for that
Aren't you as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my
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 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 problems I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch 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 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 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, trapped in the Kit-Kat
through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin'
D.A. try to give a shaft again
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 'bout how I my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch 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

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

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, it's boy