Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that triple threat
When I was in jail she let me her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, it's
Been fucking the and nigga and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock 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 with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy rest
An AK47 is my 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 first
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

Big black nigga, and an icy
on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my 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 he got hit the fifth time
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder 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 December 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

Talk get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a 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, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon'
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Claus
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 trouble just mean you fucking up
a cold world I need a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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