Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

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