Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch threat
I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, it's
fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck 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 'bout a
I pay niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't 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 niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it 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, 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 them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Talk get ya head 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 give a
Empty the clip roll a window up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, kill 'em all and moving
If I died today be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't make it come
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be 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 just 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