Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
Top down, it's
Been the world and nigga and I ain't 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 niggas a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking 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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John 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 profits you could 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it back even harder than before
I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got off in Chicago

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 where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like 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 a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died it'd 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 I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
Take it and let it bubble that's 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 the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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