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

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

got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that 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 zapitos
celebrate the minute you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I don't know you take us as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, nigga, we ain't
We got 99 but 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 bitch one

And the is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In the rear view mirror is the mother law
I got two choices ya'll, over the car or
on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain't tryin' to see no highway with Jake
Plus, I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So, I pull over to the side of the
I heard, "Son, do you what I'm stoppin you for?"

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats low
Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't
Am I under arrest or should I some mo?
You was fifty five in a fifty four

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

Well, my glove compartment is so is the trunk and the back
And I my rights, so, you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of or some
Somebody important or

Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I a little bit
that you won't illegally search my shit
We'll see how smart you are when the K-9's
I got 99 but a bitch 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

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

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

I to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him 'cause some just love to perform
You know the type, as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight

The only thing gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin'
He and his boys gon' be to the captain
And I go traped in the kit, kat again
Back through the with the riff, raff again

Fiends on the scratchin' again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin'
D A to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harrasin'
to play the boy like he's saccarin
But nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a ain't one

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

Shut up when I'm to you
up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I'm to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up, up
I'm about to

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

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