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, mouth and ass, call that bitch threat
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
Been fucking the world and and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off 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 with a reality
for the worst but still praying for the best
This is a bitch 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 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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine eleven looking
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one paid your car notes
connected, got killers off in Chicago

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

stupid 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 don't give a
Empty the than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
That clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, ya looking 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 I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me 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
gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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