Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

Sittin' in a lowrider, on my mind
I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a nine and dem 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 Impala
She from Compton just me
Caramel wit just like Eve

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

We out in Cali, P and straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and we blow that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this it's not bangin'
You can't that shit this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin' do that, I you do not
My chain is hot, what's 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 Game and else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I a bitch seein' dollar
signs spots stare at me too
Have you seein' that white light you at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, be settin' 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, we'll blow that up
P and rollin' the Dutch
From the world's most infamous, 1st
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, with 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 rollin' a
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head like dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga bangin' shook ones
On the westside highway, hand on the
If I like your chain blood spill
'Cuz I ain't million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that up
You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that up
I'm all this crime for real, this rap shit is luck
Try to score on me, I'll fasten you up
In that smelly proof bag, real, fast
Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm 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 ain't be in The Source or Double X L
I'm just fuck Trina 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' and chirpin' on Nextels, we gangstas

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

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

I know nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?