Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage you
But me Jessie James when 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 shooters with me they don't get along you
If you ain't get no money nigga what is with you
And I tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very swisher
I'm drinkin' promethazine and 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 tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher
If a was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a dead man, playing games the bread
Yous a man, I put that pistol to your head man
man you're playing 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, a dead man
man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your 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 numbers on the
Remix it yo, you know I can you both 16-5
Prices lower then Lo, when I drive
Got my leanin', low bricks inside
Got 'em stash in the door, road running
Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep
Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a nigga
I got off of junkies

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

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

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