Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock 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 a reality check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
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 cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine eleven looking
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come 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, 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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a
Empty the 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 don't need a
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

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 more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, poppy gave me bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it funny momma, only son be cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
It's a cold world I need a bird to up
I call the plays, huddle up

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