Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my mother pet
I point it at you and dat motha fucka fetch
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my
I get p**sy, and ass, call dat bitch triple threat
When I was in she let me call an collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's upset f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock head off your neck
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 with a reality
for the worst but still praying for the best
This 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

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

Ross]
Big black nigga and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike
Counts the profits you could '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
Thought he was proof till he got hit the fifth time
palm olive in a n*gga 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, 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 money to kill time, dead
f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the than roll a window 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 need a
That clip, let Chiquita speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass n*gga, ass n*gga
I see ya looking, yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put together
YMCMB, double M, we rich
The the bullet the more 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 gain and 40
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Aint it momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm claus
gather round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the up
If you get in trouble that just mean you up
a cold 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