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 of dead people
voices in my head tellin' me to get this bread

[Verse 1: Mane]
Got a full of dead guys
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, me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a extra clips
Lenox in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't that shit 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:
I've been livin' like a king all
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been with my niggas in the streets
Livin' like a vagabond, wild, free, run
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 understand you wanna up the hammer
And build up own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's your time, yeah it's somethin' you figure
I you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it times 2
Who are you? 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
Mothafucka you the man like an 8th Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', a sum and watch your paper
Now and ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]