Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

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

Yous a dead man, playing 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
Dead man, dead man, a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a man
Dead man, I put pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put pistol to your head man, dead man

deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6
Pot forks, dope at a cost
coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both
Prices lower then Shawty Lo, I drive
Got my seat leanin', low inside
Got 'em stash in the door, road running
Me and Gucci getting bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the morning stop jugging
Every I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
I got off of junkies

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

the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been drinking
This chopper had got me feeling Harley
If I let it ride you to be stinkin'
I'm a asshole I do I like to
Old shit that's for you to fight to
I don't give a fuck bitch I like you
Got fire bitch I might light you
Bitch I am the streets you just look
Couple of snow like I was on bluff
me the master like Sho'Nuff
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga I don't pimp mine
Just your distance don't play with mine
Stay in your place out the line
them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood what a don't go
Heard you're the hood don't know
If a nigga up, tell 'em watch this show
never sit still so I don't blow
King of the just call me sire
On my thrown no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
Real nigga I won't retire

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