Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci when I do a song with 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 get no money nigga what is wrong with you
And I can't tell own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the sippin' lean, with this very long swisher
I'm promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you do that I swear 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 would not him

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

deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6
Pot forks, dope at a cost
From to coast, I set numbers on the dope
Remix it yo, you know I can you both 16-5
Prices lower then Shawty Lo, I drive
Got my seat leanin', low inside
Got 'em in the door, always road running
Me and getting money bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a nigga
I got rich off of

Yous a dead man, playing games the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your man
Dead man, you playing with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a man
Dead man, dead man, yous a man
Dead man, dead man, yous a 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 you must have been drinking
This chopper had got me feeling like
If I let it ride you bound to be
I'm a asshole I do I like to
Old shit made for you to fight 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 just look
Couple bricks of like I was on bluff
me the master like Sho'Nuff
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I don't mine
Just keep your distance don't play mine
Stay in your fall out the line
Have them young niggas all in your to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood a hood don't go
Heard you're the hood don't know
If a nigga turn up, 'em watch this show
Money sit still so I don't blow
King of the streets just me sire
On my thrown ain't no one
T.R.U.T.H. no
Real street nigga I retire

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