Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch 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 the world 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 drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a
I pay these with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike 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 make a bitch nigga sit
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that your 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 like it's December thirty first
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead
Your fucking a nigga who don't give 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 thou' on a chain, I need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
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 each and all of
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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