Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Got a pocket full of dead
Evil voices in my head me to watch the feds
And I love cake pies
a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit 40 and a couple extra clips
Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't 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 people in my
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 at the end of every day
I've chillin' with my niggas in the streets
Livin' like a vagabond, wild, free, run
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer
Blowin' haze on the east 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 up your own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's 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 you? Look in the
Don't give a fuck what they think, you're the one, you're the
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the
Mothafucka you the man an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any tryna act hard 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 ain't really good
For a 'bout his business on [?]