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 problems but a bitch one, hit me
He's gotta

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

If you grew up with holes in zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was doe
So, critics, you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward

Beef with radio, if we play 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 cash for ads,

I don't what you take us as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb
We 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

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

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

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

and registration and step 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 locked so is the trunk and the
And I know my rights, so, you gon' a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or
Somebody or somethin'?

Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I know a bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
We'll see how smart you are when the come
I got 99 but a bitch 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 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 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, hit me

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

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

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

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

Fiends on the floor again
Paparatzi's with they cameras them
D A tried to the nigga the shaft again
for bail 'cause I'm African

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

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

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

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

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