Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I high
nigga, until the day they bury me
3-1-3 nigga until six men to carry me
Fuck them fuck niggas, on that fuck
Flow retarded so you know I gotta spit
And I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm that man
Putting all these trash in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm back at it
Cooking rhymes in the booth like I'm up addicts
I'm than good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my and you niggas still late
Bouncing with the beat a box-spring mattress
If good equals ill then my haters to catch this
My mixtapes be better some niggas albums
I'm up in this bitch like I took a hit of valium
too advanced, call me Professor X
I'm a curse to these niggas, means I'm a hex
I'm raw like a dick in the pussy with no
And I'm still the b, that's word to my mother
Even when the beat stop I'ma keep
Even when the beat I'ma just keep flowing
I can rock it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one could do it better bitch
I'ma ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy gonna fry
Thug life bitch, get ya ass kicked
Then I ya bitch to my crib and get my dick licked
I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you I stay high
Rolling up that purple weed that got a nigga zooted
If that ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting booted
Pull up to the with that Bruce Wayne money
Got a couple bad and they love to count it for me
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I a nigga would
Get dropped to the ground like a pussy should
Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of problems
If you think you big and bad come and try to fucking solve 'em
Number one stunna 'til my death
Still got game on lock like house arrest
Bitch I am divine, are you out of mind
'Cause ya know I gotta shine, you know I gotta grind
Twenty four seven, three sixty days a year
competition, and I shed not a tear
Killing all these rappers, and no I'm not
Swanton to your track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy
Jay F. Tae invading everybody playlist
Hopefully as the motherfucking greatest