Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
From the most infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh playa
We boyz in da hood see a dead body

Sittin' in a lowrider, on my mind
'Cuz I had too many dead homies in my
That's why I wit a nine and dem hollow tips
niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow
So good that I got P on 6-4 Impala shit
She Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions like Eve

She wanna go to a game, sit next to Spike Lee
Well do the right thing, blow a out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's
Ask Gotti get them stains out your white tee
P in the finger fuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in your cheek
trippin' over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life slip through an I.V.

We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that up
You stop us, we gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull shit this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem glocks and dem
Me and my fools shoot, tryin' do that, I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's hot than that
That's how I murda music, why your broads on my back

Got two birds on my shoulders, they all me
ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch dollar
signs spots at me too long
Have you seein' that white light you at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be it off
You was on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we O's off

We out, P and Game, blow that bitch up
P and Game the Dutch
From the world's most infamous, 1st
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed the A L C
N.Y.C. to L.A. we do our

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin'
We out in Q B, P and Game rollin' a
Dumpin' out the windshield
Haze got my head like dem 24 inch wheels
to Suga Hill bangin' shook ones
On the highway, hand on the steel
If I your chain then blood spill
'Cuz I getta million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that up
You fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up
I'm all about crime for real, this rap shit is luck
Try to points on me, I'll fasten you up
In smelly proof bag, real, real fast
the duce under my arm, I'm real, real slick
Can't put a tail on me, I too fast
Can't put tag on me, I people ass

If you from the westside, throw that shit up
If you bang the eastside, nigga throw shit up
I ain't tryna be in The Source or X L
I'm tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells
And it was either or jail
Imagine tryna fit birds in a Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex
So we stopped doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels, we

I fold in half, I tore people ass
But they still wanna out as long as we see death
I get money, and I don't need your or friendship
But love, survive just how I been
stay alive till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, niggaz get up off my
A is nuttin' we easily fuck it
We posessed by the cash and these we bustin'

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that up
nobody fuckin' with
From the most infamous, 1st Infantry
with the A L C

I don't nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?