Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch threat
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 fucking the world and nigga and I cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas a reality check
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my 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 choppers it's December thirty first
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike 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 nigga sit
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back harder than before
I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got off in Chicago

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 first
up and cock 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 get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your fucking a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I today 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 than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My home invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it funny momma, only son be cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for and all of y'all
Take it and let it bubble that's the double up
If you get in that just mean you fucking up
It's a world I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, mothafucker up

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