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, that bitch triple threat
When I was in she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, upset
Been fucking the world and and I ain't cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your 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 niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't so Weezy 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 choppers like 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 talking all linen, huh

Big nigga, and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a box
Grinding in my Jordan's 'em off they might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch,
In the red eleven looking devilish
Red beam 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 before
Baby I'm the only one that paid 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 it's December thirty
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John
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 to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who don't a fuck
Empty the clip than roll a up
Pussy niggas sweet, you Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she she finna cum
Two hundred on a chain, I don't need a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass
I see ya looking, with ya ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep
If I died it'd 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 myself
YMCMB, double M, we rich (huh)
The bigger the bullet the more that gon' bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first invasion, poppy gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Ain't it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm Santa Claus
Niggas 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble 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, huddle up

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