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 her good, she got her legs on my neck
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, it's
Been fucking the world and nigga and I 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 'bout a
I pay these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
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 it's December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike
Counts the profits you could '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 beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come back even harder before
Baby I'm the only one that 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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
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
Your fucking with a nigga who give a fuck
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't 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, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't 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 till I gave it to my bitch
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
gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a bird to up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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