Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

Ben frank, my homie
Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my
Hamilton, that's my
I'm seeing people
I'm seeing dead
I'm seeing people

1]
Mid in by the trash bag I got that gas bag I need a big trunk
I'm trapping in the low key Honda, pick-up truck pick the up
I whip it up I got nun-chucks
I go everywhere with my gun
50 round like a drummer, came in the game to kick shit like a punter
I keep the chopstick like it's Benihana
Me and my plug communicate with
I keep the like I'm your honor
I beat the in the pot like E Honda
How many can I stuff in my Honda?
the plug and never been a runner
Add the baking soda hit it thunder
I the money on me by the bundle
x2]
Ben frank, that's my
Andrew Jackson, my homie
Ulysses Grant, that's my
Hamilton, my homie
I'm seeing dead
I'm seeing people
I'm seeing dead

2]
I got a sixth sense, (dead people) compact 45 that's the grim reaper
I go MIA with two
I wear Givenchy's I don't adidas
nigga be high like the Beatles
That money chasing me like Jeepers
Ice all on me like its creatures, these bitches suck on me like
I double my cup and I'm sneeking and
I'm on the this evening
Pop me a xan got me sleeping, drinking a raw four got my cup
Looking for a plug I'm tom peeping, a brick and my arm bleeding
Do anything for the money I need it, dropping a ticket like fall

x2]
Ben frank, my homie
Andrew Jackson, that's my
Ulysses Grant, that's my
Hamilton, that's my
I'm seeing dead
I'm seeing dead
I'm seeing people