Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
Been fucking the 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 reality
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy rest
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 December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
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 Nike
the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back harder than before
Baby I'm the one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got 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 where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead
Your fucking a nigga 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, pussy ass
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

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 together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till 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 funny momma, only son be cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you 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 in the car, yeah