Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking 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 thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
Counts the you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come back harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid 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 December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them 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 kill time, clocks
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't 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 keep
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass than I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, 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 that mean you fucking up
It's a world 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