Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that triple threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking a sketch
I pay these niggas a reality check
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking address, huh

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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could 'em in a Nike box
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam make a nigga sit down
Thought it were proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it come back even harder before
I'm the only 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, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

stupid 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 nigga who don't give a
Empty the clip than a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
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 it'd be a holiday

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

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