Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song you
But don't walk up on me homes, I finna blow no strong with you
Got them young shooters me they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no money nigga 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 drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do I swear you would not kiss her
a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die today I bet his would not miss him

Yous a man, playing games with the bread
a dead man, I put that 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, 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 head man, man

deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 6 rings
Pot forks, dope at a high
From coast to coast, I set numbers on the
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you 16-5
Prices then Shawty Lo, when I drive
Got my leanin', low bricks inside
Got 'em in the door, always 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 rich off of

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

What the 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 that's made for you to fight to
I don't give a bitch I don't like you
Got fire bitch I might light you
I am the streets 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 distance don't with mine
Stay in place fall out the line
Have them niggas all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the what a hood don't go
you're somebody the hood don't know
If a nigga turn up, tell 'em 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 won't

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