Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

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

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

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

Yous a dead man, playing with the bread
a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, you playing games with my
You in the red man, fuck around and be a man
man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a 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 what I to
Old shit made for you to fight to
I don't give a fuck I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I light you
Bitch I am the you just look tough
Couple bricks of snow like I was on
Call me the master Sho'Nuff
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I don't pimp
Just keep your don't play with mine
Stay in place fall out the line
them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine
You can me in the hood what a hood don't go
Heard you're somebody the hood know
If a turn up, tell 'em watch this show
Money never sit still so I don't
of the streets just call 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 games with the
a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, you're playing games my bread
You in the red man, fuck and be a dead man
Dead man, dead man, 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