Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

Ben frank, my homie
Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, my homie
Hamilton, my homie
I'm seeing dead
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 in the low key Honda, pick-up truck pick the bricks up
I whip it up I got nun-chucks
I go everywhere my gun tucked
50 shoot like a drummer, came in the game to kick shit like a punter
I with the chopstick like it's Benihana
Me and my communicate with numbers
I keep the Judge like I'm your
I beat the work in the pot like E
How many brick can I in my Honda?
Started the plug and never been a
Add the soda hit it like thunder
I keep the money on me by the
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Ben frank, my homie
Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, my homie
Hamilton, that's my
I'm dead people
I'm seeing dead
I'm dead 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 like the
That money chasing me Jeepers Creepers
Ice all on me like its creatures, bitches suck on me like leeches
I my cup and I'm sneeking and geeking
I'm on the this evening
Pop me a xan got me sleeping, drinking a raw got my cup leaking
for a plug I'm tom peeping, whipping a brick and my arm bleeding
Do anything for the I need it, dropping a ticket like fall season

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