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 legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that triple threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and 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
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my 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 like it's December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, me like John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a 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 proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid car notes
Well connected, got 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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all 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 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 hundred thou' on a chain, I don't a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
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 be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My home invasion, poppy gave me forty 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 Santa
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
a cold 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