Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a pocket of dead guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to the feds
And I sellin' cake pies
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes
And ain't 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
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a lick
Got dead in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the
A a mil' off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been livin' a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been chillin' with my in the streets
Livin' 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 speak the same language so excuse me if I
I understand you wanna up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass
Get up off your ass, find a craft
Make bread, get it back, it back times 2
Who are you? Look in the
Don't give a fuck what they think, 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 as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, fire
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch your
Now and ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]