Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

Sittin' in a lowrider, on my mind
I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride wit a and dem hollow tips
Lift 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 just Eve

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Lee
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his
She to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get blood stains out your white tee
P in the backseat finger her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball in your right cheek
Start trippin' colors like Ice-T
And you can your 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 that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this money not bangin'
You can't pull that this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem glocks and dem
Me and my fools shoot, wutchu do that, I suggest 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 on my shoulders, they all over me
They're ready to Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I a bitch seein' dollar
signs spots stare at me too
you seein' that 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 that up
P and Game rollin' the
From the world's infamous, 1st Infantry
P and Game, we'll blow bitch up, mixed 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 a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head spinnin' dem 24 inch wheels
to Suga Hill bangin' shook ones
On the westside highway, hand on the
If I your chain then blood spill
'Cuz I getta million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your 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, rap shit is luck
Try to points on me, I'll fasten you up
In smelly proof bag, real, real fast
Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real, slick
Can't put a on me, I drive too fast
Can't put tag on me, I people ass

If you the westside, nigga throw that shit up
If you the eastside, nigga throw that shit up
I ain't be in The Source or Double X L
I'm just tryna fuck cuz Dre said 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 doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels, we gangstas

I fold people in half, I people ass
But they still wanna 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 stay alive the day I die
But right now I'm healty, niggaz get up off my
A is nuttin' we easily fuck it
We posessed by the cash and guns we bustin'

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

I know nothing about Alchemist
Who is he?