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 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, starve her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck me wrong, I knock your 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 a reality check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so can't rest
An AK47 is my 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 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

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
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 yellow bitch,
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back harder than before
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 choppers like it's December first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
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 time, dead clocks
Your with 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 hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

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

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