Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Gucci
I got a pocket full of dead
voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of people
Evil voices in my head me to get this bread

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a pocket full of guys
Evil in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' pies
a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes
And ain't that shit that my doors go up, robotic?
I can the shit and I can talk the shit
I can talk the cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin'
Got dead people in my
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the
A a mil' off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
been livin' like a king all week
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been chillin' with my niggas in the
Livin' a vagabond, wild, free, run away
'bout them bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty, a
We don't speak the language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her climbin' the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' that you
I you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back 2
Who are Look in the mirror
Don't a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the truth
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the
Mothafucka you the man an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, burnin'
Make a livin', a sum and watch your paper
Now and ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]