Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's
fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You with 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 niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
An is my fucking 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 thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas 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, I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick 'em off they high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red nine eleven devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
Thought it were proof 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
connected, got killers 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

up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Talk stupid get ya head
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead
Your fucking with a who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than a window up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died today 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 apart I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The the bullet the more that bitch gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
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 each and all of
Take it home and let it 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, huddle up

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