Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I high
nigga, until the day they bury me
3-1-3 nigga six men have to carry me
Fuck fuck niggas, on that fuck shit
stay retarded so you know I gotta spit
And I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm still man
Putting all these trash in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm back at it
Cooking rhymes in the booth I'm serving up addicts
I'm better good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my city and you still late
Bouncing with the like a box-spring mattress
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
Mind too advanced, me Professor X
I'm a to these niggas, that means I'm a hex
I'm raw like a dick in the with no rubber
And I'm the best b, that's word to my mother
Even when the beat stop I'ma keep
Even when the beat gone just keep flowing
I can rock it acapella, niggas love to a lot but no one else 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
I take ya bitch to my crib and get my dick licked
I'ma ride I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Rolling up that weed that got a nigga feeling zooted
If that ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting booted
Pull up to the scene with that Bruce Wayne
Got a couple bad bitches and they 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, I got a lot of fucking problems
If you think you big and bad then come and try to fucking 'em
Number one stunna 'til my death
Still got game on lock like house arrest
I am divine, are you out of your mind
'Cause ya I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta grind
four seven, three sixty five days a year
Killing competition, and I shed not a
Killing all rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton Bomb to your track, I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody
Hopefully remembered as the greatest