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, call that 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 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 a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
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

up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the only one that your 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 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 stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your fucking a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita 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 keep
If I died today be a holiday

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

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