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 bury me
3-1-3 nigga until six men to carry me
Fuck fuck niggas, on that fuck shit
Flow stay retarded so you I gotta spit
And I shouldn't have to you that I'm still that man
Putting all trash rappers in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm right at it
rhymes in the booth like I'm serving up addicts
I'm better than good, I'm than great
I'm the of my city and you niggas still late
Bouncing with the beat like a box-spring
If good equals ill then my need to catch this
My mixtapes be better some niggas albums
I'm high up in this bitch like I took a hit of
Mind too advanced, call me X
I'm a curse to these niggas, that I'm a hex
I'm raw like a in the pussy with no rubber
And I'm still the best b, word to my mother
Even when the beat stop keep going
Even when the beat gone I'ma just keep
I can rock it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one else could do it 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 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 that got a feeling zooted
If that bitch ain't to fuck then she straight getting booted
up to the scene with that 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 nigga
Get to the ground like a pussy nigga should
Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of fucking
If you you big and bad then come and try to fucking solve 'em
Number one stunna 'til my death
Still got this game on lock 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 days a year
competition, and I shed not a tear
Killing all rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton Bomb to your track, I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae everybody playlist
Hopefully remembered as the motherfucking