Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Mane]x2
I got a pocket full of dead
Evil in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a full of dead people
Evil voices in my head me to get this bread

[Verse 1: Gucci
Got a pocket full of guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to the feds
And I sellin' cake pies
It's a bad 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 extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my exotic
And that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the and I can talk the shit
I can talk the cause I got it
Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got people in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag of the mollies
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been like a king all week
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been with my niggas in the streets
Livin' a vagabond, wild, free, run away
'bout them bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the side of Atlanta
Makin' on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't speak the same language so me if I stammer
I understand you wanna up the hammer
And up your own, she see her brother 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, it back times 2
Who are Look in the mirror
give a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the truth
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the
you the man like an 8th grade Jew
You can chew any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And tryna step on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch paper
Now and ain't really good time
For a 'bout his business on [?]