Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch threat
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and nigga and I cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these with a reality check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

I'm not a star,
lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a in the car (huh)
I got a in the car

Load up the choppers it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid car notes
Well connected, got killers off in

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a in the car (huh)
I got a in the car

Load up the choppers like December thirty first
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't a fuck
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a bird to up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

I'm not a star, lied,
I got a in the car, yeah