Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

We out, P and Game, blow that bitch up
the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh playa
We boyz in da hood wanna see a dead

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

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Lee
Well do the thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your tee
P in the backseat fuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in right cheek
Start trippin' over colors like
And you can your life slip away through an I.V.

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

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

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

We out in Compton, P and Game Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game a Dutch
Dumpin' out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin' dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill shook ones
On the highway, hand on the steel
If I like chain then blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my

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

If you the westside, nigga throw 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 tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex
And it was either or jail
Imagine tryna fit birds in a Accel
And they up on the Fed Ex mail
So we stopped doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels, we

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

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that up
Ain't nobody fuckin'
From the most infamous, 1st Infantry
with the A L C

I don't know nothing about
Who is he?