Luyện nghe bài hát John

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, mouth and ass, that bitch triple threat
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, it's
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You with me wrong, I knock your 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 these niggas a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy 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 December 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 talking all linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch sit down
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the one that paid your 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 December first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a
Empty the clip than roll a up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper 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 that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, poppy gave me bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it funny momma, only son be cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just 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 chopper in the car,