Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and that motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch threat
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy 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 first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Drop in a nigga dope
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the one that paid your car notes
connected, got killers off in Chicago

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
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 who don't give a fuck
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and 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 alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more 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 momma, only son be baking cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like 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 just mean you fucking up
It's a cold I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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