Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that triple threat
I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and nigga and I cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking a sketch
I pay niggas with 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 sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my 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
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
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 bitch, boss
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the one that paid your car notes
connected, got killers off in Chicago

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 December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John 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 to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That clip, let Chiquita speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

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, double M, we forever (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, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just you fucking up
a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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