Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

Call me Gucci Mane I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a with you
But don't up on me homes, I ain't finna blow no strong with you
Got them shooters with me they don't get along with you
If you ain't get no money nigga is wrong with you
And I can't tell own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, this very long swisher
I'm promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you not kiss her
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to on Guy Fisher
If a snitch was to die I bet his hood would not miss him

Yous a man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put pistol to your head man
Dead man playing games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a man
Dead man, dead man, a dead man
Dead man, dead man, yous a man
Dead man, I put pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your man, dead man

Five deuce, 4 6 A
8 watches, 4 chains 6
Pot forks, dope at a high
From coast to coast, I set numbers on the
Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both
Prices lower then Shawty Lo, I drive
Got my leanin', low bricks inside
Got 'em stash in the door, always running
Me and getting money bands yeah keep comin'
Tractor in the morning won't stop jugging
Every month I 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
I got rich off of

Yous a dead man, playing with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that to your head man
Dead man, you playing with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a man
Dead man, dead man, yous a man
Dead man, man, yous a dead man
man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man, I put pistol to your head man, dead man

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must been drinking
This had got me feeling like Harley
If I let it ride you bound to be
I'm a I do what I like to
Old shit that's for you to fight to
I don't give a fuck bitch I don't you
Got that fire I might light you
Bitch I am the streets you look tough
Couple of snow like I was on bluff
Call me the master like
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I don't pimp
Just keep your distance don't with mine
in your place fall out the line
Have them young all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the hood what a don't go
Heard you're somebody the don't know
If a turn up, tell 'em watch this show
Money sit still so I don't blow
King of the streets just me sire
On my thrown no one higher
T.R.U.T.H. no
street nigga I won't retire

Yous a man, playing games with the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to head man
Dead man, you're games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a man
Dead man, man, yous a dead man
man, dead man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to head man
man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man