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 pocket full of people
Evil voices in my head tellin' me to get this

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a full of dead guys
voices 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 that stupid
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, catch me out of 5ths
With a lit 40 and a couple extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my exotic
And ain't shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the and I can talk the shit
I can talk the cause I got it
It's Gucci Mane, I'm a lick
Got dead in my pocket
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 chillin' with my niggas in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored days
Blowin' haze on the east of Atlanta
moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't the same 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 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, a fuckin' craft
bread, get it back, give it back times 2
Who are you? in the mirror
give a fuck 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 like an 8th Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any tryna act hard as some leather boots, fuck them
And anyone step on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch paper
Now and ain't really good time
For a nigga 'bout his on [?]