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 f**king her good, she got her legs on my
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, dat bitch triple threat
When I was in she let me call an collect
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 with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay n*ggas 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 don't 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 choppers like it's 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n*ggas it hurts
Cause if I die today, me like John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

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

[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 December
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it
if I die today, remember me like John
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

Wayne]
Talk get ya head popped
I got Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't 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 thou on a chain, I need a piece
That clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and moving
If I died today be a holiday

Ross]
I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come
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, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm santa 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 that just mean you f**king up
It's a cold World I need a bird to up
I the plays, muthaf**k huddle up

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