Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker
I'm her good, she got her legs 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, starve her to death
Top down, upset
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 are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
This 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 them niggas it hurts
If I die today, remember me like Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
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 yellow bitch,
In the red nine looking devilish
Red beam a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga
Make it come back even than before
Baby I'm the 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 December thirty
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

stupid 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 with a nigga who don't a fuck
Empty the clip roll a window up
Pussy sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and moving
If I died it'd 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 than 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, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it 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 call the plays, mothafucker up

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