Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Mane]
Got a full of dead guys
Evil voices in my head me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' cake
a bad bitch in my bed and she got that stupid head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me out of 5ths
a lit Glock 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my exotic
And ain't that shit ironic that my doors go up,
I can the shit and I can talk the shit
I can talk the shit I got it
It's Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag of the mollies
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've livin' like a king all week
I'm a at the end of every day
I've been chillin' with my niggas in the
Livin' a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored summer
Blowin' haze on the side of Atlanta
Makin' moves on the shawty, a
We don't speak the same so excuse me if I stammer
I you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the
your time, yeah 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, a fuckin' craft
bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are Look in the mirror
Don't give a 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 an 8th grade Jew
You can chew any zebra ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as leather boots, fuck them
And anyone tryna on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and your paper
Now and later ain't good time
For a nigga his business on [?]