Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call bitch triple 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 nigga and I 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 a reality check
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 AK47 is my 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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it back even 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 choppers like it's December thirty
up and cock 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

stupid get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't give a
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and moving
If I died 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 rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave 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 baking
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of
Take it home and let it bubble that's the 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, mothafucker up

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