Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
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 jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
Top down, upset
fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You with 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 these niggas with a check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy 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

Load up the choppers like December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
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 bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid car notes
connected, got killers off in Chicago

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

Load up the choppers like December thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, me like 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 money to time, dead clocks
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I died it'd be a holiday

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

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