Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Eastside nigga, the day they bury me
3-1-3 until six men have to carry me
them fuck niggas, on that fuck shit
Flow stay retarded so you know I gotta
And I shouldn't to tell you that I'm still that man
Putting all these 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 than great
I'm the King of my city and you niggas late
Bouncing with the beat like a mattress
If good ill then my haters need to catch this
My mixtapes be than some niggas albums
I'm high up in bitch like I took a hit of valium
Mind too advanced, me Professor X
I'm a curse to these niggas, that I'm a hex
I'm raw a dick in the pussy with no rubber
And I'm the best b, that's word to my mother
Even the beat stop I'ma keep going
Even when the beat gone I'ma keep flowing
I can rock it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one could do it better bitch
I'ma 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy niggas gonna fry
life bitch, don't get ya ass kicked
Then I take ya bitch to my crib and get my dick
I'ma ride 'til I die, to the air so you know I stay high
Rolling up purple weed that got a nigga feeling zooted
If that bitch ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting
Pull up to the with that Bruce Wayne money
Got a couple bad bitches and they 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, yeah I got a lot of problems
If you think you big and bad then and try to fucking solve 'em
Number one stunna my motherfucking death
Still got game on lock like house arrest
Bitch I am divine, are you out of your
'Cause ya know I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta
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