Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane 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 with you
But don't walk up on me homes, I ain't blow no strong with you
Got them young shooters with me don't get along with you
If you ain't get no nigga what is wrong with you
And I can't tell own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long
I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this juice mixture
If you that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a dead man, games 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, fuck 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 to your head man, dead man

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

a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to head man
man, you 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, 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 like
If I let it you bound to be stinkin'
I'm a asshole I do I like to
Old shit made for you to fight to
I don't give a bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I might you
Bitch I am the streets you just 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 don't pimp
Just keep your distance play with mine
Stay in your fall out the line
Have them 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 turn up, tell 'em watch this
never sit still so I don't blow
King of the just call me sire
On my ain't no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
street nigga I won't retire

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