Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

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

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

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