Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

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 hollow
Lift niggaz a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a hood rat in the car that dicks
So that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
She from Compton like me
Caramel wit extensions just Eve

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

We out in Cali, P and straight 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 pull 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 is hot, what's 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 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' that light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, be settin' it off
You was raised on and live real drama
Don't let the coupes you, we lettin' O's off

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
P and rollin' the Dutch
From the world's infamous, 1st Infantry
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed 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
ashes out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin' dem 24 inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill shook ones
On the highway, hand on the steel
If I your chain then blood spill
'Cuz I ain't million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie wife to a chair and blow that bitch up
You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow shit up
I'm all about this crime for real, this rap shit is
Try to score points on me, I'll you up
In that smelly proof bag, real, real
the duce under my arm, I'm real, real slick
Can't put a on me, I drive too fast
Can't put tag on me, I smoke 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 Source or X L
I'm just tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex
And it was either or jail
Imagine tryna fit in a Honda Accel
And they up on the Fed Ex mail
So we doin' business 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, I'ma survive just how I
I'ma stay till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, betta get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily it
We posessed by the cash and these guns we

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

I don't know nothing Alchemist
Who is he?