Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

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

She go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get blood stains out your white tee
P in the backseat finger fuckin' her
That'll put a golf ball hole in your right
Start trippin' colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your slip away 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 can't us, we gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull that shit this way, we head
Wit dem and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin' do that, I you do not
My chain is hot, more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your on my back

Got two birds on my shoulders, they all me
They're ready to fuck Game and whoever else wit me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch dollar
spots stare at me too long
Have you seein' white 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 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 lacin'
We out in Q B, P and Game a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' ones
On the westside highway, hand on the
If I your chain then blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I my deal

I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up
You better proof 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 proof bag, real, fast
the duce 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, throw 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
tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they up on the Fed Ex mail
So we stopped doin' and chirpin' on Nextels, we gangstas

I fold people in half, I tore ass
But still wanna ride out as long as we see death
I get money, and I don't need your help or
But love, survive just how I been
I'ma stay till the day I die
But now I'm healty, niggaz betta get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily 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 world's most infamous, 1st
with the A L C

I know nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?