Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I it at you and tell that motherfucker 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 the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your 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 a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
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

Load up the choppers it's December thirty first
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

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam make a nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid car notes
Well connected, got killers off in

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 it's thirty first
up and cock 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 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 don't a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't a piece
That clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, kill 'em all and moving
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you 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 in the car, yeah