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 she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck 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 'bout a
I pay niggas with 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 sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

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 thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red nine eleven looking
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the only one paid your car notes
connected, got killers 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 it's thirty first
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like 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 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 said she cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep 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 forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
gather 'round, got gifts for each 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 the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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