Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and that 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, starve her to death
Top down, it's
fucking 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 'bout a sketch
I pay these with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so can't rest
An is my fucking 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 December first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could '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 nine looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid 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 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
Buried in Louis, I'm 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 with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I today it'd 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 than I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I 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 baking
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Claus
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble that just you fucking up
It's a cold world I a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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