Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

Ben frank, that's my
Andrew Jackson, my homie
Grant, that's my homie
Hamilton, my homie
I'm dead people
I'm dead people
I'm seeing 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 everywhere 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 communicate numbers
I keep the Judge like I'm your
I beat the in the pot like E Honda
How many brick can I in my Honda?
the plug and never been a runner
Add the baking soda hit it thunder
I keep the on me by the bundle
x2]
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 people

2]
I got a sixth sense, (dead people) Glock 45 that's the grim reaper
I go MIA two mamacitas
I Givenchy's I don't wear adidas
Rockstar nigga be high like the
That money chasing me like Jeepers
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 this evening
Pop me a xan got me sleeping, drinking a raw four got my cup
Looking for a plug I'm tom peeping, a brick and my arm bleeding
Do anything for the I need it, dropping a ticket like fall season

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