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 on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and nigga and I 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 talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
for the worst but still praying for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking address, huh

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 December thirty
Roll up and it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
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 'em in a Nike box
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a dope
Make it come back harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
connected, got killers 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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking 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 kill time, clocks
Your fucking with a who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip 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, with ya ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I today it'd 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 together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me forty
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
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 trouble that just 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 in the car, yeah