Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a full of dead guys
Evil in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' cake
It's a bad in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me walkin' out of
a lit Glock 40 and a couple 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 and I can talk the shit
I can talk the cause I got it
Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my
off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been livin' a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been chillin' my niggas in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' them bored summer days
Blowin' haze on the side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty, a
We don't speak the language so excuse me if I stammer
I you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her 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, find a craft
bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are you? Look in the
Don't give a fuck they 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 as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, fire
a livin', stack a sum and watch your paper
Now and later ain't really good
For a nigga his business on [?]