Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci when I do a song with you
But don't walk up on me homes, I ain't finna blow no strong you
Got them young shooters me they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no money nigga what is with you
And I can't your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip lean, with this very long swisher
I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy
If a was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a dead man, games with the bread
a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games my bread
You in the red man, around and be a dead man
man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to head man, dead man

Five deuce, 4 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6
Pot forks, dope at a high
From coast to coast, I set numbers on the
Remix it yo, you I can sell you both 16-5
Prices lower Shawty Lo, when I drive
Got my seat leanin', low bricks
Got 'em in the door, always road running
Me and Gucci money bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop
month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
I got off of junkies

Yous a dead man, playing games with the
a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, you playing games my bread
You in the red man, around and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, a dead man
Dead man, man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to head man, dead man

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have drinking
This chopper had got me feeling Harley
If I let it ride you bound to be
I'm a asshole I do what I to
Old that's made for you to fight to
I don't give a fuck I don't like you
Got fire bitch I might light you
Bitch I am the streets you look tough
Couple bricks of snow like I was on
Call me the master like
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I pimp mine
Just keep your distance don't play mine
in your place fall out the line
Have young niggas all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood what a don't go
Heard somebody the hood don't know
If a nigga up, tell 'em watch this show
Money sit still so I don't blow
King of the streets just call me
On my ain't no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
street nigga I won't retire

Yous a dead man, playing with the bread
Yous a man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, playing games with my bread
You in the red man, around and be a dead man
Dead man, man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a man
Dead man, I put that to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to head man, dead man