Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Mane]x2
I got a pocket full of dead
voices in my head tellin' me go get this bread
Got a full of dead people
Evil 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' cake
It's a bad in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my exotic
And ain't that shit ironic my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the and I can talk the shit
I can the shit cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin'
Got dead in my pocket
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been livin' a king all week
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been with 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' on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna pick up the
And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the
It's your time, it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass
Get up off ass, find a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it times 2
Who are you? 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
Mothafucka you the man like an 8th Jew
You can chew any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna step on you, burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch paper
Now and later really good time
For a 'bout his business on [?]