Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

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

Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my
'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 that dicks
So good that I got P on that 6-4 shit
She from Compton just me
wit extensions just like Eve

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit to Spike Lee
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his
She to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your tee
P in the backseat fuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf 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 Game straight blow bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this money it's not
You can't pull that this way, we head bangin'
Wit dem and dem oo-ops
Me and my shoot, wutchu tryin' do that, I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's hot than that
That's how I music, that's why your broads on my back

Got two birds on my shoulders, they all me
ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch dollar
spots 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 on beef and live 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 the Dutch
From the world's most infamous, 1st
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 rollin' a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch
Ridin' to Suga Hill shook ones
On the highway, hand on the steel
If I like your chain then blood
'Cuz I ain't million dollars when I signed my deal

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

If you from the westside, throw that shit up
If you bang the eastside, 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 this or jail
tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And caught up on the Fed Ex mail
So we stopped doin' business and on Nextels, we gangstas

I people in half, I tore people ass
But they still ride out as long as we see death
I get money, and I don't your help or friendship
But love, I'ma survive how I been
stay alive till the day I die
But right now I'm healty, betta get up off my
A is nuttin' we easily fuck 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?