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, call that bitch triple
When I was in 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 head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality
for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't 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 like it's December thirty first
up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like 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 you could bring 'em in a Nike box
in my Jordan's kick 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the bitch, boss
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof he got hit the fifth time
Drop in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car
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 choppers like it's 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

Talk get ya head popped
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
the clip than roll a window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
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 I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppy me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
It's a cold world I need a bird to up
I the plays, mothafucker huddle up

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