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
nigga until six men have to carry me
Fuck them niggas, on that fuck shit
Flow stay retarded so you I gotta spit
And I have to tell you that I'm still that man
Putting all trash rappers in a garbage can
Say the word, and I'm right at it
Cooking rhymes in the like I'm serving up addicts
I'm better than good, I'm better than
I'm the King of my and you niggas still late
Bouncing with the beat like a box-spring
If good equals ill then my need to catch this
My mixtapes be better than some niggas
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 when the beat stop I'ma keep
Even 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 bitch, don't get ya ass kicked
Then I take ya bitch to my crib and get my dick
ride 'til I die, blunts to the air so you know I stay high
Rolling up that purple weed got a nigga feeling zooted
If that bitch ain't trying to fuck then she straight getting
Pull up to the scene with that Bruce 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 ground like a pussy 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 'til my motherfucking death
Still got this game on lock house arrest
Bitch I am divine, are you out of your
ya know I gotta shine, yeah you know I gotta grind
Twenty four seven, sixty five days a year
Killing competition, and I not a tear
Killing all rappers, and no I'm not sorry
Swanton to your track, bitch I'm Jeff Hardy
It's Jay F. Tae invading everybody
Hopefully as the motherfucking greatest