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
He's gotta

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

If you up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the you was havin' doe
So, fuck critics, you can kiss our asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can fast forward

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

I don't know you take us as
Or understand the that Jay-Z has
From to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb
We 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

And the is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In the rear view is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices ya'll, over the car or
on the Devil, put the pedal 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 pull to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know what I'm you for?"

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

License and and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know of you are
Well, I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
But do you mind if I look around the car a bit?

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

Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I know a bit
that you won't illegally search my shit
We'll see how smart you are the K-9's come
I got 99 problems but a bitch 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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