Luyện nghe bài hát We Do It For Fun Pt 3.5

At first I was okay, and I was just straight
Hit myspace and fell in love with my face
Upped my vocab and ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now these niggas can't me
Creme de la creme, who him? him
is on top like a chim but
No santa clause, we round here
Even white hoods love me, no legend round
Messages on like Joker you good
It's cause I always go off like ADT in the
Yo flow shake but my flow is seizure
I run a lot of shit like magnesia
You should be high, Joker smokin like
But niggas on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am to burst 'em
Leave a nigga stankin like
To all my haters... fuck 'em, 'em
I drop so many hits, other rappers call me
Plus they try to steal from my book of
Now see, that's straight pussy the March Of Dimes
It's obvious, like we all know fine
the game missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed
Trust no like a heart broken female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of
my mutha fuckin g mail
Bitch BYOTCH, money is
Only reason you know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, else is hotter
Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of
Dope boy magic, kitchen potter
I help weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind like dry humping raw
Nigga I'm surprised I havnt something
Girls suck nonhesitation no
Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on
the highest bider so I can get with her
First drink, and then I'll split her
we do the do, hell yea I did her
Now I'm with her I'm a let JR hit her
Then be a friend, her to my boys...
She's gonna an altoid
Hit the club 17, my ID void
Came home with a lot of and my thoughts paranoid
J Cole tell 'em I ain't been a busta
If real was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha
I make so much money so ain't my plan
And I blow so much that the candles don't stand
Ice hang to my cock, near at my leg
So bitches bobsled just to give me head
El Presedinto, for me why don't you
Call the bitch my new car I left a lof of on her
Awww skeet I won't for saint pete
I'm tryna blow up big Aretha's peak
I got hoes on deck, I want want
And I it so much that I'm nonchalant
problem, money, mula
Dollars make all hoes holla like
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No teardrops cause it's killers on my
I can pussy like I used to work at Catos
Weave kill in packs, boy wear a halo
See we know she goes, so no need for egos
But you tries and lost like when shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just
Part two let the clip go and is a reload
I'm gone leave a stain on the game just like
So it's go my way like I was Carlito
So fck what the say, I do me no veto
I'm gone show my black ass I was in speedos
But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so
I can school rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm
Leaps jumps, and bows all the rest
Last no punchline, I AM THE BEST