Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

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

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been livin' like a king all
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been chillin' my niggas in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the east of Atlanta
Makin' on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't the same language so excuse 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' you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a ass nigga
Get up off your ass, a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back 2
Who are you? Look in the
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
Mothafucka you the man like an 8th Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch your
Now and later ain't good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]