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 fell in love with my face
my vocab and then ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now these niggas pass me
de la creme, who him? Nigga him
J-O-K-E-R is on top like a but
No santa clause, we round here
Even white hoods me, no legend round here
Messages on myspace like you good
It's cause I go off like ADT in the hood
Yo flow shake but my is straight seizure
I run a lot of shit nickel magnesia
You should be high, Joker smokin like
But niggas on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia
Room guns, berettas, I am known to 'em
Leave a nigga stankin overexertion
To all my haters... 'em, curse 'em
I so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome
Plus they try to steal from my book of
Now see, that's straight pussy like the Of Dimes
It's obvious, like we all know fine
Fuck the missionary, I'm on top of mine
If you not my clientele, you can't get the weed sale
Trust no nigga like a broken female
FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of beats
Like my mutha fuckin g
Bitch BYOTCH, money is
Only reason you know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody is hotter
in hell 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
I'm surprised I havnt caught something
Girls nonhesitation no delay
Famous dick, I'm a my pubic hairs on ebay
Want the highest so I can get with her
First well drink, and then split her
we do the do, hell yea I did her
Now I'm with her I'm a let JR hit her
be a friend, introduce 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 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 much so savin ain't my plan
And I blow so cake that the candles don't stand
Ice hang to my cock, damn at my leg
So bitches gotta just to give me head
El Presedinto, for me why don't you
Call the my new car I left 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 like
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No cause it's killers on my payroll
I can smell pussy like I used to at Catos
Weave kill in packs, boy wear a halo
See we know that she goes, so no for egos
But you tries and like when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you just 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 what the plan say, I do me no
I'm gone show my black ass like I was in
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
Leaps jumps, and bows all the rest
Last line no punchline, I AM THE