Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Mane]x2
I got a pocket of dead 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 this

[Verse 1: Mane]
Got a pocket full of dead
Evil voices in my tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' pies
a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra
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 cause I got it
Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead in my pocket
off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies
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' on the east side 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 climbin' the
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, 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 any zebra ass in the zoo
Any tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, fire
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch your
Now and ain't really good time
For a nigga his business on [?]