Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Eastside nigga, until the day they me
3-1-3 until six men have to carry me
them fuck niggas, on that fuck shit
Flow stay retarded so you know I gotta
And I shouldn't have to tell you I'm still that man
Putting all these 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 better great
I'm the King of my city and you still late
Bouncing with the beat like a mattress
If good equals ill then my haters need to catch
My be better than some niggas albums
I'm up in this bitch like I took a hit of valium
too advanced, call me Professor X
I'm a curse to these niggas, 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 stop I'ma keep going
Even when the beat gone I'ma just keep
I can it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one else could do it better bitch
ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy niggas gonna fry
Thug life bitch, get ya ass kicked
I take ya bitch to my crib and get my dick licked
I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I high
Rolling up that purple weed that got a feeling zooted
If that ain't trying to fuck then she straight 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 wish a nigga
Get dropped to the ground like a pussy nigga
Ask about me motherfucka, yeah I got a lot of problems
If you you big and bad then come and try to fucking solve '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, you know I gotta grind
four seven, three sixty five days a year
Killing competition, and I shed not a
all these rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton to your track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading playlist
Hopefully remembered as the greatest