Luyện nghe bài hát John

uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my mothafucking pet
I point it at you and that motherfucker fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple
I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, starve 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 and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay niggas with 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 Weezy can't
An is my fucking address, huh

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 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

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike
the profits you could 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 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet 'till he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the one that paid your car notes
connected, got killers off in Chicago

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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm 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, clocks
fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the than roll a window up
niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy gave me bricks
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, 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
Take it home and let it bubble that's the up
If you get in trouble that 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 chopper in the car,