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

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

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

If you grew up with in your zapitos
celebrate the minute you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that has
rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb
We 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 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 ya'll, pull over 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 reader, Sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess mo?
You was fifty five in a fifty four

and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know of you are
Well, I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
But do you mind if I look the car a little bit?

Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the and the back
And I know my rights, so, you gon' a warrant for that
you sharp 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 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' 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

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

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

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

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

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

All because this fool was harrasin'
to play the boy like he's saccarin
But ain't nothin' sweet 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' 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
up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, up, shut up
I'm to break

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