Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay
Eastside nigga, until the day bury me
nigga until six men have to carry me
Fuck fuck niggas, on that fuck 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 rappers in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm back at it
Cooking rhymes in the booth like I'm up addicts
I'm better good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my city and you niggas still
Bouncing with the beat like a box-spring
If good equals ill my haters need to catch this
My mixtapes be better some niggas albums
I'm high up in this like I took a hit of valium
Mind too advanced, me Professor X
I'm a curse to niggas, that means 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 better
ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy 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 that got a nigga zooted
If that bitch ain't trying to then she straight getting booted
Pull up to the with 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 wish a would
Get to the ground like a pussy nigga should
Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of fucking
If you think you big and bad then come and try to fucking 'em
one stunna 'til my motherfucking death
Still got this on lock 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, sixty 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
It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody
remembered as the motherfucking greatest