Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song you
But walk up on me homes, I ain't finna blow no strong with you
Got them young with 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' and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood not miss him

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

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

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

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

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