Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci when I do a song with you
But don't walk up on me homes, I finna blow 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 your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with very long swisher
I'm drinkin' and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga to tell on Guy Fisher
If a was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

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

Five deuce, 4 6 A
8 watches, 4 6 rings
Pot forks, dope at a high
From to coast, I set numbers on the dope
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both
Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I
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 jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street
I got rich off of

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

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must been drinking
This chopper had got me like Harley
If I let it ride you 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 bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I light you
Bitch I am the streets you just look
Couple bricks of snow like I was on
me the master like Sho'Nuff
Bad boy for real, no
If a pussy I don't pimp mine
keep your 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
Heard somebody the hood don't know
If a nigga up, tell 'em watch this show
Money never sit still so I blow
of the streets just call me sire
On my thrown ain't no one
T.R.U.T.H. no
Real street nigga I won't

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