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 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 like a but
No santa clause, we grinchin round
Even white hoods love me, no legend round
Messages on myspace like you good
It's cause I go off like ADT in the hood
Yo shake but my flow is straight seizure
I run a lot of like nickel magnesia
You should be high, Joker smokin reefer
But niggas on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am known to 'em
Leave a stankin like overexertion
To all my haters... fuck 'em, 'em
I drop so many hits, rappers call me worrisome
Plus try to steal from my book of rhymes
Now see, that's pussy like the March Of Dimes
It's obvious, we all know Marsha fine
the game missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't get the weed sale
no nigga like 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 cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody is hotter
Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of
Dope boy magic, kitchen potter
I move weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just like dry raw
Nigga I'm surprised I havnt something
Girls suck no delay
Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic on ebay
Want the highest so I can get with 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
Then be a friend, her to my boys...
She's gonna need an
Hit the club 17, my ID void
Came with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid
J tell 'em I ain't never been a busta
If was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha fucka
I make so much money so savin my plan
And I blow so much cake that the don't stand
Ice to my cock, damn near 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 a lof of bills on her
Awww skeet I won't for saint pete
I'm tryna blow up big like peak
I got hoes on deck, I want want
And I fuck it so much I'm nonchalant
problem, money, mula
Dollars all hoes holla like booyah
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No teardrops cause it's on my payroll
I can smell pussy like I used to at Catos
Weave in packs, real boy wear a halo
See we know she goes, so no need for egos
But you tries and lost like 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 on the game just like Cheeto's
So it's go my way like I was Carlito
So fck the plan say, I do me no veto
I'm show my black ass like I was in speedos
But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so
I can this rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm
Leaps jumps, and bows all over the
Last line no punchline, I AM THE