Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
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
Been fucking the world and nigga and I 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 and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so 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

up the choppers like 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 nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike
the profits you could bring '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 nine eleven looking
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 back even harder than
I'm the only one that paid 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 niggas where it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and moving
If I died today be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My home invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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