Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

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

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

We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that up
You stop us, we gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You pull that shit this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem glocks and dem
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin' do that, I you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot 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 and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein'
spots stare at me too long
Have you seein' that white light you 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 twist you, we O's off

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
P and rollin' the Dutch
the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
P and Game, we'll that bitch 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
to Suga Hill bangin' shook ones
On the highway, hand on the steel
If I like chain then blood spill
'Cuz I getta million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow bitch up
You better fire proof your crib, 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 smelly proof bag, real, real fast
Shoot the duce 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 throw shit up
If you bang the eastside, nigga that shit up
I ain't tryna be in The or Double X L
I'm just tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre sex sells
And it was either or jail
tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex
So we stopped doin' business and on Nextels, we gangstas

I fold people in half, I tore ass
But they wanna 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
I'ma alive till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, betta get up off my
A bitch is we easily fuck it
We by the cash and these guns we bustin'

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

I don't know about Alchemist
Who is he?