Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a full of dead guys
Evil in my head tellin' 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, catch me walkin' out of
With a lit 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes
And ain't that ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the shit and I can the shit
I can talk the 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 a mil' off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
been livin' like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been chillin' with my in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' them bored summer days
haze on the east side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty, a
We don't speak the same so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her climbin' the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' you figure
I mean you can do it too but you be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, a fuckin' craft
bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are Look in the mirror
Don't give a 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 through any zebra ass in the zoo
Any tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone step on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch your
Now and ain't really good time
For a 'bout his business on [?]