Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, and ass, call 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, it's
Been fucking the and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your 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 niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

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

up the choppers like it's December 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 nigga, and an icy watch
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder before
Baby I'm the one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got off in Chicago

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 it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me 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 to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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