Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a pocket full of guys
Evil in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' cake
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got 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 shit ironic my doors go up, robotic?
I can the shit and I can talk the shit
I can the shit cause I got it
Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my
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
been chillin' with my niggas in the streets
Livin' a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer
Blowin' on the east side of Atlanta
Makin' on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't speak the same language so me if I stammer
I understand you wanna pick up the
And build up your own, she see her brother the ladder
It's your time, it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a ass nigga
Get up off your ass, find a craft
bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are Look in the mirror
Don't give a fuck what think, you're 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 chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some boots, fuck them
And tryna step on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and your paper
Now and later ain't really time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]