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 starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and 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 guns are drawn and I talking 'bout a sketch
I pay niggas with a reality check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
An AK47 is my 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 it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown 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 Jordan's kick 'em off might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven looking
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the 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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all 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 a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you 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
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You the rules, kill '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 it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
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 and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble 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 call the plays, mothafucker up

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