Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

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

2]
I got a sense, (dead people) compact Glock 45 that's the grim reaper
I go MIA two mamacitas
I wear I don't wear adidas
Rockstar nigga be like the Beatles
money chasing me like Jeepers Creepers
Ice all on me like its creatures, bitches suck on me like leeches
I double my cup and I'm and geeking
I'm on the percocet evening
Pop me a xan got me sleeping, drinking a raw four got my cup
Looking for a plug I'm tom peeping, whipping a and my arm bleeding
Do anything for the money I need it, dropping a like fall season

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