Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and that motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
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 drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a
I pay these niggas a reality check
for the worst 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 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, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
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, 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 like it's December thirty first
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 stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip roll a window up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

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 together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me bricks
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
it funny momma, only son be baking 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 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