Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, upset
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off 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 I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

I'm not a star,
lied 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 it and hit them 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
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in

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

stupid get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't a fuck
Empty the clip than a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That clip, let Chiquita speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
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 don't make it alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for 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 world I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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