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 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 like a but
No santa clause, we round here
Even white hoods love me, no legend round
Messages on myspace like Joker you
It's cause I go off like ADT in the hood
Yo flow shake but my is straight seizure
I run a lot of like nickel magnesia
You should be high, Joker like reefer
But niggas sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin)
Room guns, berettas, I am to burst 'em
Leave a nigga like overexertion
To all my haters... fuck 'em, 'em
I drop so many hits, other call 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
the game missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't get the weed sale
Trust no nigga a heart broken female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall a lot of beats
Like my fuckin g mail
BYOTCH, money is nuthin
Only reason you don't know cause don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody is hotter
Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of
Dope boy magic, kitchen harry
I help weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just dry humping raw
Nigga I'm surprised I caught something
Girls nonhesitation no delay
Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on
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 done her I'm a let JR hit her
Then be a friend, her to my boys...
She's gonna need an
Hit the club 17, plus my ID
Came home with a lot of hoes and my thoughts
J Cole '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 cake that the candles stand
Ice to my cock, damn near at my leg
So bitches gotta 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 blow up big Aretha's peak
I got hoes on deck, I want want
And I fuck it so much that I'm
problem, money, mula
Dollars make all hoes holla like
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No cause it's killers on my payroll
I can smell like I used to work at Catos
kill in packs, real boy wear a halo
See we know she goes, so no need for egos
But you tries and lost when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just
Part two let the clip go and is a reload
I'm gone leave a stain on the game 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 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, it's hop chess, and I'm
jumps, and bows all over the rest
Last no punchline, I AM THE BEST