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 dead people
I'm dead people
I'm seeing dead

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, pick-up truck pick the up
I it up like I got nun-chucks
I go everywhere with my gun
50 round shoot a drummer, came in the game to kick shit like a punter
I keep with the like it's 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 and never been a runner
Add the baking soda hit it like
I the money on me by the bundle
x2]
Ben frank, that's my
Andrew Jackson, that's my
Ulysses Grant, my homie
Hamilton, my homie
I'm dead people
I'm dead people
I'm seeing people

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

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