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 with my face
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 here
Even hoods love me, no legend round here
Messages on like Joker you good
It's cause I always go off ADT in the hood
Yo flow shake but my flow is seizure
I run a lot of shit like nickel
You should be high, Joker smokin reefer
But niggas sleepin on me, (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am known to 'em
Leave a stankin like overexertion
To all my haters... 'em, curse 'em
I drop so many hits, other rappers me worrisome
Plus they try to steal from my of rhymes
Now see, that's straight pussy like the March Of
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 even get the weed
Trust no nigga like a heart broken
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she receive a lot of beats
Like my mutha fuckin g
Bitch BYOTCH, is nuthin
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
Dope boy magic, harry potter
I help move weight, title of an
I'm on the grind like dry humping raw
Nigga I'm surprised I caught something
suck nonhesitation no delay
Famous dick, I'm a my pubic hairs on ebay
the highest bider so I can get with her
First well drink, and then 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, plus my ID
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 dead fucka
I make so much money so savin 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, dance for me why you
Call the bitch my new car I left a lof of on her
Awww skeet skeet I won't for pete
I'm tryna up big like Aretha's peak
I got hoes on deck, I want want
And I fuck it so much I'm nonchalant
problem, money, mula
Dollars make all hoes holla like
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No teardrops it's killers on my payroll
I can smell pussy like I used to work at
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 Michael you Tito's, you rappers freeloads
Part two let the clip go and three is a
I'm gone leave a stain on the game like Cheeto's
So gone go my way like I was Carlito
So fck the plan say, I do me no veto
I'm gone show my ass like 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