Luyện nghe bài hát John

Yeah uh, fo' fo' bulldog, my pet
I point it at you and that motherfucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her 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, upset
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 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 sleep so can't rest
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 like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit niggas where 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, I got a Nike shop
Counts the 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 make a bitch sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'till he got hit the fifth
Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car
connected, got killers 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 it's December thirty 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

Talk get ya head popped
I got Esther,
I'm Red Foxx, big B's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a
That banana clip, let Chiquita
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, ass nigga
I see ya looking, ya looking ass nigga
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 make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put together
YMCMB, double M, we forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till I gave 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 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 mean you fucking 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 chopper in the car,