Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Got a pocket full of guys
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to watch the
And I sellin' cake pies
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 that shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the shit and I can the shit
I can talk the shit I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin'
Got dead in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag of the mollies
A a mil' off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've livin' like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been chillin' my niggas in the streets
Livin' a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them summer days
Blowin' haze on the east side of
moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you pick up the hammer
And up your own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' that you
I mean you can do it too but you be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off ass, find a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it times 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
you the man like an 8th grade Jew
You can through any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some 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 nigga 'bout his on [?]