Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call 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
fucking 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 are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
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 so Weezy can't rest
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
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car
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 it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk get ya head 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
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 died it'd 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, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be 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 that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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