Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fetch
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call an
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, it's upset been f**king the and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

[Rick
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
I got a in the car
I got a in the car

Wayne]
Load up the choppers like December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

[Rick
Big black and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking
Red beam make n*gga sit down
he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm olive in a dope
Make it come back even than before
I'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well I got killers off in Chicago

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

[Lil
Load up the choppers like it's 31st
up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
if I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

[Lil
Talk get ya head popped
I got that Esther, I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip roll a window up
pussy n*ggas sweet, you n*ggas
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass
I see ya looking, whit yo ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep
If I today it'd be a holiday

Ross]
I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself
YMCMB, M, we rich forever
The the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa
gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, muthaf**k huddle up

[Lil
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a in the car