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 gu-ap when 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 me they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no nigga what is wrong 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 promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher
If a was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to head man
man you're 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, man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to 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, at a high cost
From coast to coast, I set on the dope
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you 16-5
Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I
Got my leanin', low bricks inside
Got 'em stash in the door, road running
Me and Gucci getting money yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the won't stop jugging
Every I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
I got rich off of

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

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

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 with my
You in the red man, fuck 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