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

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

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

If you grew up with in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can our whole asshole
If you like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

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

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

Now, I tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus, I got a few dollars, I can the case
So, I over to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know what I'm you for?"

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

License and registration and out of the car
Are you carryin' a on you? I know alot of you are
Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my legit
But do you mind if I look around the car a little

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

Ha, I pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't search my shit
see how smart you are when the K-9's come
I got 99 but a bitch 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 bitch 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 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 havin' problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a bitch one

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

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

The only thing gonna 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

on the floor scratchin' again
Paparatzi's with they cameras them
D A tried to the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail I'm African

All because this fool was them
to play the boy like he's saccarin
But nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a bitch 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' problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems but a ain't one, hit me

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

(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 but a ain't one, hit me

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 problems but a bitch one, hit me
(I a little room to breathe)
I got 99 problems and I'm to break