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 hoes fell in love with my
Upped my vocab and ya boy got nasty
on overdrive, now these niggas 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 grinchin round
Even hoods love me, no legend round here
Messages on myspace like Joker you
It's cause I always go off like ADT in the
Yo flow but my flow is straight seizure
I run a lot of like nickel magnesia
You should be high, Joker like reefer
But niggas sleepin on me, (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am known to 'em
Leave a nigga stankin overexertion
To all my haters... fuck 'em, 'em
I drop so hits, other rappers call me worrisome
Plus they try to from my book of rhymes
Now see, that's straight pussy like the March Of
obvious, like we all know Marsha fine
Fuck the missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed
Trust no nigga a heart broken female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of
Like my fuckin g mail
Bitch BYOTCH, money is
reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, else is hotter
Someone's in drinkin on a glass of water
boy magic, kitchen harry potter
I help move weight, of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just like dry raw
Nigga I'm I havnt caught something
suck nonhesitation no delay
Famous dick, I'm a sell my hairs on ebay
Want the highest bider so I can get her
well drink, and then I'll split her
Then we do the do, 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 with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid
J Cole tell 'em I ain't never a busta
If was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha fucka
I make so much money so savin ain't my
And I blow so much cake that the don't stand
Ice hang to my cock, damn 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 a lof of bills 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 fuck it so much 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 like when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers freeloads
Part two let the go and three is a reload
I'm gone leave a stain on the game just Cheeto's
So it's gone go my way I was Carlito
So fck the plan say, I do me no veto
I'm gone my black ass like I was in speedos
But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so
I can school this rap game, hop scotch chess, and I'm
Leaps jumps, and all over the rest
Last no punchline, I AM THE BEST