Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, upset
fucking 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 guns are drawn and I talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas a reality check
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy 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 cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like John
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 bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven looking
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come 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, 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
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a who don't give a fuck
Empty the than 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 don't need a
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died today it'd be a

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

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