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 on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat bitch threat
When I was in jail she let me 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 guns are drawn and I aint bout a sketch
I pay these n*ggas with a check
for the worst but still praying for the best
This is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my 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 like it's 31st
Roll up and it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick
Big black nigga and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking
Red beam b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth
Drop palm olive in a n*gga
Make it come even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that pays 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
up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it
if I die today, remember me John 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
Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a
the clip 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 banana clip, let speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
ass n*gga, P*ssy ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo ass n*gga
You the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it'd be a

Ross]
I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't it come alive
Rip ya ass then I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich
The bigger the bullet the more b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Aint it funny momma, son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa
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 just you f**king up
It's a cold World I a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf**k up

[Lil
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a in the car