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, and ass, call that bitch triple threat
I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and nigga and I 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 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas 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 rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

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 them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one paid 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 them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
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 time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who give a fuck
Empty the clip than 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 looking ass
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble 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,