Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that up
From the world's most infamous, 1st
Alchemist, this shit raw like beef playa
We boyz in da hood wanna see a body

Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my
I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a and dem hollow tips
Lift like a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow
So good that I got P on that 6-4 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 nigga out his
She married to The Game, wifey
Ask get them blood stains out your white tee
P in the backseat fuckin' her girlfriend
put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
Start over colors like Ice-T
And you can your life slip away through an I.V.

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

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

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that up
P and rollin' the Dutch
From the most infamous, 1st Infantry
P and Game, we'll blow bitch up, mixed with 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 rollin' a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch
Ridin' to Suga bangin' shook ones
On the westside highway, hand on the
If I like your chain blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I my deal

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

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

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

We out, P and Game, blow that bitch up
Ain't fuckin' with
the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
Mixed the A L C

I don't nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?