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, and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
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 ain't talking a sketch
I pay these niggas with a check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
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,
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 cock it and hit them 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 bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the one that paid your car notes
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 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 stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need 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 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 make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
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 and all of y'all
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you fucking up
It's a world 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,