Luyện nghe bài hát 99 Problems

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

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash,
I'm the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in zapper toes
celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast

Got with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well I give a shit, so
Rap try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads,

I don't know what you me as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
I'm from, to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
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

The year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In my rear mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, pull the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I pull over to the of the road
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you

I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo'?
Well you was doin fifty-five in the

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

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you try out
For or somethin', somebody important or somethin'

I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a 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 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

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

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

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

And only thing that's gon' is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys be yappin' to the Captain
And I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, again
Paparazzis with they cameras, them
D.A. try to a nigga shaft again
Half a for bail 'cause I'm African

All because fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch one, hit me

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

Havin' problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You for this one Rick, it's your boy