Luyện nghe bài hát We Do It For Fun Pt 3.5

At first I was okay, and I was just straight
Hit and hoes fell in love with my face
Upped my and then ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now these can't pass me
de la creme, who him? Nigga him
J-O-K-E-R is on top like a but
No clause, we grinchin round here
Even white love me, no legend round here
on myspace like Joker you good
It's I always 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 reefer
But niggas sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin)
guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em
Leave a nigga like overexertion
To all my haters... 'em, curse 'em
I drop so many hits, rappers call me worrisome
Plus try to steal from my book of rhymes
Now see, that's straight pussy like the March Of
It's obvious, we all know Marsha fine
Fuck the game missionary, I'm on top of
If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed
no nigga like a heart broken female
Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she receive a lot of beats
Like my mutha g mail
BYOTCH, money is nuthin
Only reason you don't know cause Forbes don't hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody else is
Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of
Dope boy magic, kitchen potter
I help move weight, of an exwatter
I'm on the grind just 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 bider so I can get 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 an altoid
Hit the club 17, my ID void
Came home a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid
J Cole tell 'em I ain't never a busta
If real was a disease, I'd be a mutha fucka
I make so money so savin ain't my plan
And I blow so much that the candles don't stand
Ice to my cock, damn near 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
skeet skeet I won't for saint pete
I'm tryna blow up big Aretha's peak
I got on deck, I want want want
And I fuck it so that I'm nonchalant
Currency problem, money,
Dollars make all hoes like booyah
Shillings, doubloons, pounds,
No teardrops cause it's killers on my
I can smell pussy I used to work at Catos
Weave kill in packs, real boy a halo
See we know she goes, so no need for egos
But you tries and like when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you just freeloads
two let the clip go and three 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 show my black ass like I was in
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 no punchline, I AM THE BEST