Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, and ass, call that 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 and nigga 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 niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The don't sleep so Weezy 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

Load up the choppers like it's thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

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

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
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas 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 kill time, dead
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
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 don't it come alive
Rip yo ass than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy 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 I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you fucking up
It's a cold I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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