Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, that bitch triple threat
I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
Top down, upset
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't 'bout a sketch
I pay these with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so 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 December first
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
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 bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car
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 choppers like it's December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking 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
fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip 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 a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
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 today be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So make it come alive
Rip yo ass than I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm 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 that just mean you fucking 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