Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, and ass, call that 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, it's
Been the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I 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 up her dress
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
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 niggas where it
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven looking
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the only one paid your car notes
Well connected, got 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 it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them 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 to kill time, dead clocks
fucking with a nigga who don't give 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 hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa 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 that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world I need a to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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