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 him? him
is on top like a chim but
No santa clause, we grinchin round
Even white hoods me, no legend round here
Messages on myspace like Joker you
It's cause I go off like ADT in the hood
Yo flow but my flow is straight 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 to burst 'em
Leave a nigga stankin like
To all my haters... fuck 'em, 'em
I so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome
they try to steal from my book of rhymes
Now see, straight pussy like the March 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 heart female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall a lot of beats
Like my mutha g mail
Bitch BYOTCH, money is
Only you don't know 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 help weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind like dry humping raw
Nigga I'm surprised I caught something
Girls suck no delay
Famous dick, I'm a my pubic hairs on ebay
the highest bider so I can get with her
First drink, and then I'll 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 gonna need an
Hit the 17, plus 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 mutha fucka
I make so much so savin ain't my plan
And I so much cake that the candles don't stand
Ice hang to my cock, damn at my leg
So bitches gotta bobsled 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 up big like Aretha's peak
I got hoes on deck, I want want
And I fuck it so much that I'm
Currency problem, money,
Dollars make all hoes holla like
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 that she goes, so no for egos
But you tries and lost when 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 leave 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 show my 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
Leaps jumps, and bows all over the
Last line no punchline, I AM THE