Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Fuckin' Problem

I'ma ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I high
Eastside nigga, the day they bury me
3-1-3 nigga until six men to carry me
Fuck them fuck niggas, on that shit
Flow stay retarded so you know I gotta
And I shouldn't have to you that I'm still that man
Putting all these rappers 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 than good, I'm than great
I'm the King of my and you niggas still late
with the beat like a box-spring mattress
If good equals ill then my haters need to this
My mixtapes be better some niggas albums
I'm high up in this bitch I took a hit of valium
Mind too advanced, call me X
I'm a curse to these niggas, means I'm a hex
I'm raw like a dick in the pussy with no
And I'm still the b, that's word to my mother
when the beat stop I'ma keep going
Even when the beat gone I'ma just flowing
I can rock it acapella, 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
Then I take ya bitch to my and get my dick 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 fuck then she straight getting
Pull up to the with that 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 about me motherfucka, I got a lot of fucking 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 like house
Bitch I am divine, are you out of mind
'Cause ya I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta grind
Twenty four seven, three sixty days a year
Killing competition, and I shed not a
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