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, until the day they me
3-1-3 nigga six men have to carry me
Fuck them fuck niggas, on that shit
Flow stay so you know I gotta spit
And I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm that man
Putting all these trash rappers in a can
Say the word, and I'm back at it
Cooking in the booth like I'm serving up addicts
I'm than good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my city and you niggas late
with the beat like a box-spring mattress
If good equals ill then my need to catch this
My mixtapes be than some niggas albums
I'm high up in this like I took a hit of valium
Mind too advanced, call me 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 best b, word to my mother
when 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 ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, niggas gonna fry
Thug life bitch, get ya ass kicked
Then I take ya bitch to my crib and get my licked
ride 'til I die, blunts 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 scene with 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 ground like a pussy should
Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of problems
If you think you big and bad then come and try to fucking 'em
Number one 'til my motherfucking death
Still got this game on like house arrest
I am divine, are you out of your mind
'Cause ya know I gotta shine, yeah you know I grind
Twenty four seven, three five days a year
Killing competition, and I not a tear
all these rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton Bomb to your track, bitch I'm Hardy
Jay F. Tae invading everybody playlist
Hopefully remembered as the greatest