Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my fuckin pet
I it at you and tell dat motha 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, upset been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k 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 these n*ggas a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An is my f**king address, huh

[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
Roll up and it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all linen, huh

[Rick
Big black and an icy watch
on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike shop
Counts the you could bring '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 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 harder before
Baby I'm the one that pays your car notes
connected I got killers off in Chicago

[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

Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit where it hurts
if I die today, me like John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil
Talk get ya head popped
I got that Esther, I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip 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
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n*gga, ass n*gga
I see ya looking, yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and moving
If I today it'd 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 I put myself together
YMCMB, M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b*tch gon
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out I'm santa claus
N*ggas gather round, I got for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you f**king up
a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I the plays, muthaf**k huddle up

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