Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

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

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

Got two on my shoulders, they all over me
ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I a bitch seein' dollar
signs stare at me too long
Have you seein' white light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, be settin' it off
You was raised on beef and live drama
let the coupes twist you, we lettin' O's off

We out, P and Game, we'll blow bitch up
P and Game rollin' the
From the 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 Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game a Dutch
Dumpin' out the windshield
got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Hill bangin' shook ones
On the westside highway, hand on the
If I your chain then blood spill
I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your to a chair and blow that bitch up
You better fire proof your crib, blow that shit up
I'm all about crime for real, this rap shit is luck
Try to score points on me, fasten you up
In that smelly bag, real, real fast
Shoot the under my arm, I'm real, real slick
Can't put a tail on me, I 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 throw that up
I ain't tryna be in The or Double X L
I'm just fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells
And it was this or jail
Imagine tryna fit birds in a 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 they still wanna ride out as as we see death
I get money, and I don't need help or friendship
But love, survive 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 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 fuckin'
From the world's infamous, 1st Infantry
with the A L C

I don't know nothing about
Who is he?