Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my mother 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 world and I aint cum yet!
You with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I talking bout a sketch
I pay n*ggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my address, huh

Ross]
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
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas where it
if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Ross]
Big black and an icy watch
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 be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking
Red beam b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the time
Drop olive in a n*gga dope
Make it back even harder than before
I'm the only one that pays your car notes
Well connected I got killers off in

Ross]
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
up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it
if I die today, remember me like John
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 money to kill time, dead
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a up
pussy sweet, you n*ggas cinnabun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass
You know the rules, em all and keep moving
If I today it'd be a holiday

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

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