Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Gucci
Got a pocket full of guys
Evil voices in my head me to watch the feds
And I sellin' cake pies
It's a bad 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 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 talk the
I can talk the cause I got it
Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' 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:
I've been like a king all week
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been 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
Makin' moves on the shawty, a
We don't speak the same language so me if I stammer
I you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
your time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass
Get up off your ass, find a craft
Make bread, get it back, give it times 2
Who are you? 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
Mothafucka you the man like an 8th Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone step on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and your paper
Now and later ain't good time
For a 'bout his business on [?]