Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
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, it's
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 these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
An is my fucking 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 thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike
Counts the you could bring '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 bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
connected, got killers off in Chicago

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 like John
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 a fuck
Empty the clip roll a window up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That clip, let Chiquita speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I today it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My home invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Claus
gather 'round, got gifts for each 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
a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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