Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
game 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,
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 first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
connected, got killers 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

up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them 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, dead
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the than roll a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass than I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out 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 just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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