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

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

Got 'em

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

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

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

I know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't
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 year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In the rear view mirror is the law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the 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 to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

I'm young and I'm black
And my real low
Or do I like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo'?

Well, you was doin' fifty-five in the
and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a on you?
I a lot of you are

I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers
Well, do you if I look around 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 warrant for

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

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the come
I got 99 problems, but 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' girl problems, I 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 problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

Now upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push 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 bust a grape in a fruit fight

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

Fiends on the floor, again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft
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 how I hold my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch ain't one

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

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

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