Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
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, upset
fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your 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 with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so 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 like it's December thirty 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 nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it come back even than 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 choppers like it's thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

stupid 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
Empty the than roll a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
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, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
it home and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you 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,