Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Body Man

dead
homiez
all over the
55 or 65 of us at
i wit the dead till the brake of dawn
an fantisize of dead bitchs i'm hittin the bong
i'd grab em by ass
& hump em till i'm
dead homie that dead bitch fuckin
her neden like chicken
deep
i pumped her 50
& then i in her eye
i just ate my 1st dead bitch week
still got a pussy hair up in my teeth
you start yelling
& cursing my
remember somethings wrong wit my

second i was born doctor held me in his
looked too the nurse and notioned
for the can
was cold & shaking like a bowl of
& my moms was
"oh my god! hello?"
he i was born
a cemetary place
chillin wit a hatchet and a face
i know i'm not
i don't think you
i'm just a dead man

you can me the
me the
dead man
man
man
i'm the dead man!

dead
dead
in the back of the
wit bumps so loud ya ear drums burst
i ride ya neighborhood
bumpin my
great milenko & my 1st ep bitch
some line up on the corners of
where they slang dime bags of heron & crack
all good
everybody eat
but a keep ya bitch ass outta my
i mash the eastside
the bass
chillin wit my freeks and i'm pickin her
and bugz like to crawl on her head
cause my is dead i'd rather that instead
of a hoe you trust
wit a dick in butt
a dead body bitch learn to her mouth shut
chillin in the back are my homiez too
which they don't got nothing
on the trees &
if you think i'm sick take a at yourself
ya got dead deer up on ya shelf
on ya key chain is a baby rabbits hand
& i'm still the dead man

you can me the
me the
dead man
man
man
i'm the body man!