Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat fucka fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple
When I was in she let me call an collect
But if she get greedy, starve her to death
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 neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking a sketch
I pay n*ggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still for the best
This game is a I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

[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 like it's December 31st
up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

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

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

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

[Lil
Talk stupid get ya head
I got that Esther, I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a up
pussy n*ggas sweet, you cinnabun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass
I see ya looking, yo looking ass n*gga
You the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

[Rick
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip ya ass apart I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Aint it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa
N*ggas 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 mean you f**king up
It's a World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k up

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