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, call that bitch triple
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
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 guns are drawn and I ain't talking a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking 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 December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
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, bitch I got a Nike
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike 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 beam make a bitch nigga sit
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one paid your 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 it's December thirty
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That clip, let Chiquita speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
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 rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me bricks
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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