Luyện nghe bài hát John

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
When I was in 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 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 guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a
I pay these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The money don't sleep so can't rest
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 December thirty
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

Big black nigga, and an icy
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car
connected, got killers 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 cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
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, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't make it come
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it funny momma, only son be cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
Take it and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just you fucking up
It's a cold I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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