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 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of are those?

If you grew up with holes in your toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin'
I'm like critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't my lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I don't know you take me as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I dumb
I got 99 problems, but a ain't 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

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

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

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

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

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

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally my shit
we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
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

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

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

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

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

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

All because this was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I my gun
I got 99 B and 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 problems, but a ain't 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

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