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 bitch triple
I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I 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 with a reality check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This is a bitch 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

Load up the like 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 profits you could '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 nine eleven looking
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it back even harder than before
I'm the only one that paid your car notes
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 thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm 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, dead
Your fucking with a nigga who give a fuck
Empty the clip than a window 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
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and moving
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for 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 need a bird to up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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