Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

Sittin' in a lowrider, on my mind
'Cuz I had too dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a 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 Knicks game, sit next to Lee
Well do the thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's
Ask get them blood stains out your white tee
P in the backseat fuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a ball hole in your right cheek
Start trippin' over colors like
And you can watch 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 Game we blow that up
You can't stop us, we this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull that shit this way, we head
Wit dem glocks and dem
Me and my fools shoot, tryin' do that, I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot that
That's how I music, that's why your broads on my back

Got two on my shoulders, they all over me
They're to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I a bitch seein' dollar
spots stare at me too long
Have you that white light you come 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 that up
P and Game rollin' the
From the world's infamous, 1st Infantry
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 lacin' Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game a Dutch
ashes out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch
Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' ones
On the highway, hand on the steel
If I like your chain blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I my deal

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

If you from the westside, nigga that shit up
If you bang the eastside, throw that shit up
I tryna be in The Source or Double X L
I'm just tryna fuck cuz Dre said sex sells
And it was either this or
Imagine fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex
So we stopped doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels, we

I fold people in half, I tore 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, I'ma survive how I been
I'ma alive till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, betta get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we fuck it
We posessed by the cash and guns we bustin'

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

I know nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?