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 ain't one, hit me
gotta mike

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

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 don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward

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

I don't know what you us as
Or understand the intelligence that has
From rags to riches, nigga, we dumb
We got 99 but a bitch ain't 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

99 but a bitch ain't one
If you girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I 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 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 havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Everything you say to me)
I got 99 but a bitch 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