Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my fuckin 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, mouth and ass, call dat bitch triple
When I was in jail she let me call an
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's upset been f**king the world and n*gga I cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I your head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint bout a sketch
I pay these with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so Weezy rest
An is my f**king address, huh

Ross]
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

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

Ross]
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
in my Jordan's kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch,
In the red 911 looking
Red beam make b*tch n*gga sit
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth
Drop palm olive in a 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

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

Wayne]
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 f-cking with a who don't give a f**k
the clip than 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 don't a piece
That banana clip, let speak
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
ass n*gga, P*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo 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, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we rich
The bigger the bullet the more b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40
Son of a bitch, than I made a great
Aint it funny momma, only son be cakes
up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
N*ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that just you f**king up
It's a cold World I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

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