Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my
'Cuz I had too many homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow
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 just like Eve

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Lee
do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your tee
P in the finger fuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in your right
Start trippin' over colors like
And you can watch your 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 that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this it's not bangin'
You can't pull that shit way, we head bangin'
Wit dem and dem oo-ops
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 murda music, that's why your broads on my

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

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
P and Game rollin' the
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 lacin'
We out in Q B, P and Game a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my spinnin' like dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' shook
On the westside highway, on the steel
If I like your then blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that up
You fire 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, I'll you up
In that smelly bag, real, real fast
the duce under my arm, I'm real, real slick
Can't put a tail on me, I drive too
Can't put tag on me, I people ass

If you from the westside, nigga throw that up
If you bang the eastside, nigga throw shit up
I ain't tryna be in The or Double X L
I'm tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells
And it was either or jail
Imagine tryna fit in a Honda 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 wanna ride out as long as we see death
I get money, and I don't need your help or
But love, I'ma just how I been
I'ma stay till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, niggaz get up off my
A bitch is we easily fuck it
We posessed by the cash and these we bustin'

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

I don't know about Alchemist
Who is he?