Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the 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 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 money what is wrong with you
And I can't tell your own thing have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this long swisher
I'm promethazine and codeine 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 snitch was to die today I bet his would not miss him

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

deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6
Pot forks, at a high cost
From to coast, I set numbers on the dope
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, always 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 pistol to your head 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
man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that to your 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 had got me feeling like 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 give a fuck bitch I don't you
Got that fire bitch I light you
Bitch I am the streets you look tough
Couple bricks of snow like I was on
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 young niggas all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood what a don't go
Heard you're somebody the don't know
If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this
Money never sit still so I blow
King of the just call me sire
On my ain't no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
street nigga I won't retire

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