Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my mother pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat 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 been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock your 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
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
An is my f**king address, huh

[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

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

[Rick
Big nigga and an icy watch
on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could '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 devilish
Red beam make b*tch sit down
he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palm in a n*gga dope
Make it come back even harder than
Baby I'm the one that pays your car notes
Well connected I got 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 like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit where it hurts
if I die today, remember me John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

[Lil
Talk stupid get ya popped
I got that Esther, I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, clocks
Your with a n*gga who don't give 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 don't a piece
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass n*gga, ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass
You know the rules, kill em all and moving
If I died it'd 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 myself
YMCMB, double M, we rich
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon
Red on the wall, Basquiat I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I a great escape
Aint it funny momma, 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 thats the up
If you get in trouble that just you f**king 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