Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
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 her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and nigga and I 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 niggas with a reality check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking 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 thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, me like John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it come back even harder before
I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in

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 like it's 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 time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't 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 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died it'd be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Ain't it funny momma, son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
Take it and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you fucking up
It's a cold 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,