Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Got a full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the
And I love sellin' cake
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me walkin' out of
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra
Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't that shit ironic 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 walkin'
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' like a king all
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been with my niggas in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored days
Blowin' haze on the east of Atlanta
moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I you wanna pick 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
bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are Look in the mirror
Don't 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 through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone step on you, fire burnin'
a livin', stack a sum and watch your paper
Now and later really good time
For a 'bout his business on [?]