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 fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
Been fucking the world and nigga and I cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock head 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 niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
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
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the you could bring '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 nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a bitch sit down
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 one that paid your 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 December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk get ya head 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 give a
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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