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 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 the world and nigga 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 ain't talking 'bout a
I pay these niggas with a check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
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 like it's December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them where 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 Nike
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 yellow bitch,
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in

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 niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Talk 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 give a
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
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 I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini I gave it to my bitch
My first invasion, poppy 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 Claus
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, huddle up

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