Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap 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 with me they get along with you
If you ain't get no money nigga is wrong with you
And I can't tell own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with very long swisher
I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and apple juice mixture
If you that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
Yous a Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die I bet his hood would not miss him

a dead man, playing games with the bread
Yous a man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a man
Dead man, 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 your head man, 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 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 getting money yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the won't stop jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a nigga
I got rich off of

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

What the is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been drinking
This chopper had got me feeling like
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 give a bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I light you
Bitch I am the you just look tough
bricks of snow like I was on bluff
Call me the master like
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I don't pimp
Just keep your distance don't play with
in your place fall out the line
Have them young all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood what a hood go
Heard somebody the hood don't know
If a nigga turn up, 'em watch this show
Money never sit still so I blow
King of the streets just call me
On my ain't no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
Real nigga I won't retire

Yous a dead man, games 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, 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 head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your man, dead man