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, that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I your 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 niggas with a check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This is a bitch 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 choppers like it's thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than
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 like December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
fucking with a nigga who don't give 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 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, 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 died today be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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