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 fell in love with my face
Upped my and then ya boy got nasty
Flow on overdrive, now these niggas can't me
de la creme, who him? Nigga him
J-O-K-E-R is on top a chim but
No santa clause, we grinchin round
white hoods love 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 like nickel magnesia
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 overexertion
To all my haters... 'em, curse 'em
I drop so many hits, other call me worrisome
Plus they try to steal my book of rhymes
Now see, that's straight like the March Of Dimes
It's obvious, like we all know Marsha
Fuck the 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
my mutha fuckin g mail
Bitch BYOTCH, is nuthin
Only reason you don't know Forbes don't acknowledge hustling
Joker's mediocre, everybody is hotter
Someone's in hell drinkin on a of water
Dope boy magic, harry potter
I move weight, title of an exwatter
I'm on the grind like dry humping raw
I'm surprised I havnt caught 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 well drink, and then I'll her
we do the do, hell yea I did her
Now I'm with her I'm a let JR hit her
Then be a friend, 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 tell 'em I ain't never been a
If real was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha
I so much money so savin ain't my plan
And I blow so much cake that the candles stand
Ice to my cock, damn near at my leg
So gotta bobsled just to give me head
El Presedinto, for me why don't you
the bitch my new car I left a lof of bills on her
Awww skeet skeet I for saint pete
I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's
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 killers on my
I can smell pussy like I 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 lost when Shack shoots his freethrows
I'm Michael you Tito's, you just freeloads
Part two let the clip go and 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 what the plan say, I do me no
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 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