Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie when I hold this damn pistol
You can me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you
But don't walk up on me homes, I finna blow no strong with you
Got them young with me they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no nigga what is wrong with you
And I can't tell your own thing must gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the sippin' lean, with this very long swisher
I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not 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
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to 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, a dead man
Dead man, I put that to your head man
man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

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

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

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been
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 made for you to to
I don't a fuck bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I might you
Bitch I am the streets you look tough
Couple bricks of snow I was on bluff
Call me the master like
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I don't mine
Just keep your distance play with mine
Stay in your place out the line
Have them young niggas all in head to pay a fine
You can me in the hood what a hood don't go
you're somebody the hood don't know
If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this
Money never sit so I don't blow
of the streets just call me sire
On my ain't no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
Real street I won't retire

a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a man, I put that pistol to your head man
man, you're playing games with 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 that to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your man, dead man