Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Gucci
Got a full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the
And I love sellin' 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 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 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 full of the
A a mil' off profit, and my [?]

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