Luyện nghe bài hát Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Close

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

Got 'em

He's got the Rap on the gat patrol
that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are

If you grew up with holes in zapatoes
You'd the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the asshole
If you don't the lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if we play they show
They don't play our hits, we give a shit, so
All mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more for ads, fuckers

I don't what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch 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

Now the is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In the view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I 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 Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the of the road, I heard
Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you

'Cause I'm young and I'm
And my hat's 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 doin' fifty-five in the
and registration and step out of the car
Are you a weapon on you?
I a lot of you are

I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look the car a little bit?
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the
And I know my rights, so you gon' a warrant for that

Aren't you as a tack, you some type of
Lawyer or somethin', important or somethin?
Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a bit
Enough that you illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the canines
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 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 bitch 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 bitch one, hit me

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

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

And only that's gon' 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 the riff-raff again

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

All because this fool was them
Tryin' to 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

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

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

up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, shut up, up
up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, up, shut up, shut up
I'm to break

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me)
I a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me)
you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me)
I need a room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break