Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Gucci
Got a pocket full of dead
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the
And I love sellin' cake
a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my exotic
And that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the shit and I can the shit
I can the shit cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a lick
Got people in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been livin' a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
been chillin' with my niggas in the streets
Livin' like a vagabond, wild, free, run
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer
Blowin' on the east side of Atlanta
moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a ass nigga
Get up off your ass, find a craft
Make bread, get it back, it back times 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 like an 8th Jew
You can chew any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch paper
Now and later really good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]