Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, it's
Been fucking the world and nigga and I cum yet!
You with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This is a bitch 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,
Somebody lied I got a in the car (huh)
I got a in the car (huh)
I got a in the car

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

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

I'm not a star, somebody 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 it's December first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your fucking a nigga who don't give 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 thou' on a chain, I need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died today be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, 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 that's the double up
If you get in trouble just mean you fucking up
It's a world I need a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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