Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I it at you and tell that motherfucker 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 call her
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
Top down, upset
fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You with me wrong, I knock your head 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 with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep 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 December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the only one 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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, me like John 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 kill time, clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't a fuck
Empty the than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I today 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 I put myself 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 till I gave it to my
My first invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
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 and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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