Luyện nghe bài hát We Do It For Fun Pt 3.5

At first I was okay, and then I was just
Hit myspace and hoes fell in love with my
Upped my and then ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now these can't pass me
de la creme, who him? Nigga him
J-O-K-E-R is on top like a but
No santa clause, we grinchin round
Even white hoods love me, no legend round
on myspace like Joker you good
It's cause I always go off like ADT in the
Yo flow shake but my flow is straight
I run a lot of like nickel magnesia
You should be high, Joker like reefer
But niggas on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em
Leave a nigga stankin overexertion
To all my haters... 'em, curse 'em
I drop so many hits, other call me worrisome
they try to steal from my book of rhymes
Now see, that's straight pussy like the Of Dimes
It's obvious, like we all know fine
Fuck the game missionary, I'm on top of
If you not my clientele, you can't get the weed sale
no nigga 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
mediocre, everybody else is hotter
Someone's in hell drinkin on a of water
Dope boy magic, harry potter
I help move weight, title of an
I'm on the just like dry humping raw
Nigga I'm I havnt caught something
Girls suck no delay
Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic on ebay
Want the bider so I can get with her
First well drink, and then I'll her
Then we do the do, yea I did her
Now I'm done her I'm a let JR hit her
be a friend, introduce her to my boys...
She's need an altoid
Hit the club 17, my ID void
Came with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid
J tell 'em I ain't never been a busta
If real was a disease, I'd be a mutha fucka
I make so much money so savin my plan
And I blow so much cake the candles don't stand
Ice hang to my cock, damn at my leg
So bitches gotta bobsled just to give me
El Presedinto, dance for me why you
Call the bitch my new car I left a lof of on her
Awww skeet skeet I 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
Currency problem, money,
Dollars make all hoes holla booyah
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No teardrops cause it's killers on my
I can smell pussy like I to work at Catos
Weave kill in packs, real boy wear a
See we know that she goes, so no need for
But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his
I'm you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads
Part two let the clip go and three is a
I'm leave a stain on the game just like Cheeto's
So it's gone go my way like I was
So fck the plan 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 this rap game, it's hop chess, and I'm
Leaps jumps, and bows all the rest
Last line no punchline, I AM THE