Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Gucci
I got a full of dead people
Evil in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a full of dead people
Evil voices in my tellin' me to get this 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
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a extra clips
Mall in the closet, all my hoes exotic
And ain't shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can the shit and I can talk the shit
I can talk the shit I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a 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 like a king all week
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been chillin' my niggas in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them summer days
Blowin' haze on the east of Atlanta
moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't speak the same language so excuse me if I
I understand you wanna up the hammer
And build up own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back 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 through any zebra 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 watch paper
Now and later really good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]