Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

1]
Mid coming in by the 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 I got nun-chucks
I go with my gun tucked
50 round shoot like a drummer, came in the game to kick shit a punter
I keep the chopstick like it's Benihana
Me and my communicate with numbers
I keep the Judge like I'm honor
I beat the work in the pot E Honda
How many brick can I in my Honda?
the plug and never been a runner
Add the soda hit it like thunder
I the money on me by the bundle
x2]
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

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 adidas
Rockstar nigga be like the Beatles
That money chasing me like Creepers
Ice all on me like its creatures, these suck 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 I need it, dropping a ticket like fall season

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