Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

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Mid coming in by the trash bag I got that gas bag I a big trunk
I'm trapping in the low key Honda, pick-up pick the bricks up
I whip it up like I got
I go everywhere with my gun
50 round shoot like a drummer, in the game to kick shit like a punter
I keep the chopstick like it's Benihana
Me and my plug communicate numbers
I keep the like I'm your honor
I the work in the pot like E Honda
How many brick can I stuff in my
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, that's my
Jackson, that's my homie
Ulysses Grant, my homie
Hamilton, my homie
I'm dead people
I'm seeing people
I'm seeing dead

2]
I got a sense, (dead people) compact Glock 45 that's the grim reaper
I go MIA two mamacitas
I wear Givenchy's I wear adidas
Rockstar nigga be high the Beatles
money chasing me like Jeepers Creepers
Ice all on me like its creatures, bitches suck on me like 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 for the money I need it, dropping a ticket like fall season

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