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
3-1-3 nigga six men have to carry me
Fuck them fuck niggas, on that fuck
Flow stay so you know I gotta spit
And I shouldn't to tell you that I'm still that man
Putting all 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 good, I'm better than great
I'm the King of my city and you niggas late
Bouncing with the beat like a mattress
If equals ill then my haters need to catch this
My mixtapes be better than 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 these niggas, that I'm a hex
I'm raw like a dick in the with no rubber
And I'm still the best b, word to my mother
Even the beat stop I'ma keep going
Even the beat gone I'ma just keep flowing
I can rock it acapella, niggas love to talk a lot but no one else could do it better
I'ma ride 'til I die, choppa on my lap, pussy niggas fry
life bitch, don't get ya ass kicked
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 stay
Rolling up that purple weed that got a nigga feeling
If that bitch ain't to fuck then she straight getting booted
Pull up to the scene with 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 dropped to the like a pussy nigga should
Ask me motherfucka, yeah 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 this game on lock like house
Bitch I am divine, are you out of mind
'Cause ya know I gotta shine, you know I gotta grind
Twenty four seven, three five days a year
Killing competition, and I not a tear
Killing all these rappers, and no I'm not
Swanton Bomb to your track, bitch I'm Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading playlist
Hopefully remembered as the greatest