Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma ride I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Eastside nigga, the day they bury me
nigga until six men have to carry me
Fuck them niggas, on that fuck shit
Flow retarded so you know I gotta spit
And I have to tell you that I'm still that man
all these trash rappers in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm back at it
Cooking in the booth like I'm serving up addicts
I'm better than good, I'm than great
I'm the King of my city and you still late
Bouncing with the like a box-spring mattress
If good equals ill then my haters 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 to these niggas, that means 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 the beat stop I'ma keep going
when the beat gone I'ma just keep flowing
I can it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one else could do it better bitch
I'ma 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy 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 high
up that purple weed that got a nigga feeling zooted
If that bitch ain't trying to fuck then she getting booted
Pull up to the scene 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 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
one stunna 'til my motherfucking death
Still got this game on lock house arrest
Bitch I am divine, are you out of 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
Killing all rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Bomb to your track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody
Hopefully remembered as the greatest