Luyện nghe bài hát We Do It For Fun Pt 3.5

At first I was okay, and then I was straight
Hit myspace and hoes fell in love my face
Upped my vocab and then ya boy got
Flow on overdrive, now these can't pass me
Creme de la creme, who Nigga him
J-O-K-E-R is on top a chim but
No santa clause, we round here
Even white love me, no legend round here
on myspace like Joker you good
It's I always go off like ADT in the hood
Yo shake but my flow is straight seizure
I run a lot of shit like nickel
You should be high, Joker smokin like
But sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em
Leave a stankin like overexertion
To all my haters... 'em, curse 'em
I drop so many hits, other call me worrisome
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 even get the weed sale
Trust no nigga like a heart broken
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she receive a lot of beats
Like my mutha g mail
Bitch BYOTCH, money is
reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody else is
in hell drinkin on a glass of water
Dope boy magic, kitchen potter
I help weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just like dry raw
Nigga I'm surprised I caught something
suck nonhesitation no delay
Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on
Want the highest bider so I can get her
First drink, and then I'll split 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
home 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 dead fucka
I so much money so savin ain't my plan
And I blow so cake that the candles don't stand
Ice hang to my cock, near at my leg
So bitches gotta bobsled just to me head
El Presedinto, dance for me why 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 like Aretha's
I got hoes on deck, I want want
And I it so much that I'm nonchalant
problem, money, mula
Dollars make all holla like 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 a halo
See we know that she goes, so no for egos
But you tries and lost like when Shack his freethrows
I'm you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads
two let the clip go and three is a reload
I'm leave a stain on the game just like Cheeto's
So it's gone go my way 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 this rap game, it's hop chess, and I'm
Leaps jumps, and bows all over the
Last no punchline, I AM THE BEST