Luyện nghe bài hát John (If I Die Today)

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, call that bitch threat
I was in jail she let me call 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 me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking a sketch
I pay niggas with a reality check
for the worst 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 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 like December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike
Counts the profits you could 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven looking
Red beam make a nigga sit down
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back harder than before
Baby I'm the only one paid your 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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like 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 to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip roll a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So make it come alive
Rip yo ass than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (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 momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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