Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you I stay high
Eastside nigga, until the day bury me
3-1-3 nigga until six men to carry me
Fuck them fuck niggas, on that fuck
Flow stay so you know I gotta spit
And I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm still man
all these trash rappers in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm right at it
Cooking rhymes in the booth like I'm serving up
I'm than good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my city and you niggas still
Bouncing with the beat a box-spring mattress
If good equals ill then my haters need to this
My mixtapes be better than niggas albums
I'm high up in this bitch 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 still the best b, that's word to my
Even when the stop I'ma keep going
when the beat gone 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, niggas gonna fry
Thug life bitch, don't get ya ass
Then I take ya bitch to my crib and get my licked
I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay
Rolling up that purple weed that got a feeling zooted
If bitch ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting booted
Pull up to the scene with Bruce Wayne money
Got a couple bad bitches and love to count it for me
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish a 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 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 I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta grind
Twenty four seven, sixty five days a year
competition, and I shed not a tear
Killing all rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton Bomb to track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody
Hopefully remembered as the motherfucking