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
my vocab and then ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now niggas can't pass me
de la creme, who him? Nigga him
J-O-K-E-R is on top a chim but
No clause, we grinchin round here
Even white hoods me, no legend round here
Messages on myspace like Joker you
It's I always go off like ADT in the hood
Yo flow shake but my flow is straight
I run a lot of shit nickel magnesia
You should be high, smokin like reefer
But niggas sleepin on me, (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am to burst 'em
Leave a nigga like 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 pussy like the March Of Dimes
It's obvious, like we all know Marsha
Fuck the missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't even get the sale
Trust no nigga like a broken female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she receive a lot of beats
Like my fuckin g mail
BYOTCH, money is nuthin
Only reason you don't know cause Forbes acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody is hotter
Someone's in drinkin on a glass of water
Dope boy magic, harry potter
I help weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just dry humping raw
Nigga I'm surprised I 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
First well drink, and then split her
we do the do, hell 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 home with a lot of and my thoughts paranoid
J Cole 'em I ain't never been a busta
If real was a disease, I'd be a dead fucka
I make so money so savin ain't my plan
And I blow so much cake that the candles stand
Ice hang to my cock, damn at my leg
So bitches gotta bobsled just to 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 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 that I'm nonchalant
Currency problem, money,
Dollars make all holla like booyah
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No teardrops cause it's killers on my
I can smell pussy like I used to at Catos
kill in packs, real boy wear a halo
See we that she goes, so no need for egos
But you tries and like when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just
Part two let the clip go and three is a
I'm gone a stain on the game just like 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 rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm
jumps, and bows all over the rest
Last line no punchline, I AM THE