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 dead
I'm seeing people
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 the bricks up
I whip it up like I got
I go everywhere my gun tucked
50 round shoot like a drummer, came in the to kick shit like a punter
I keep with the chopstick like Benihana
Me and my plug with numbers
I keep the Judge I'm your honor
I beat the work in the pot E Honda
How many can I stuff in my Honda?
Started the plug and never been a
Add the baking soda hit it like
I keep the money on me by the
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Ben frank, that's my
Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, my homie
Hamilton, my homie
I'm seeing dead
I'm seeing dead
I'm seeing people

2]
I got a sixth sense, (dead people) Glock 45 that's the grim reaper
I go MIA two mamacitas
I wear Givenchy's I don't wear
Rockstar nigga be high the Beatles
money chasing me like Jeepers Creepers
Ice all on me like its creatures, these bitches on me like leeches
I double my cup and I'm sneeking and
I'm on the percocet this
Pop me a xan got me sleeping, drinking a raw got my cup leaking
Looking for a plug I'm tom peeping, whipping a brick and my arm
Do anything for the money I it, dropping a ticket like fall season

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