Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call bitch triple threat
I was in jail 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 me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money sleep 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 like it's thirty first
up and cock it and hit them 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
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it 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 December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Talk get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a
Empty the clip roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
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, somebody I got a chopper 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 more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
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
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a bird to up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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