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, that bitch triple threat
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
Top down, upset
fucking the world 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 and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
for the worst but still praying for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't 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 choppers it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all 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 nine looking devilish
Red beam make a nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid car notes
Well connected, got off in Chicago

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 it's December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your with 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
That banana clip, let speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
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 than I put together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you 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 in the car, yeah