Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Gucci
I got a full of dead people
Evil voices in my tellin' me go get this bread
Got a pocket full of people
Evil voices in my head me to get this bread

1: Gucci Mane]
Got a pocket full of guys
Evil voices in my tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love cake pies
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got that head
Got me Versace, shop, shawty, me walkin' out of 5ths
With a lit Glock 40 and a extra clips
Lenox Mall in the closet, all my hoes
And ain't shit ironic that my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the and I can talk the shit
I can the shit cause I got it
Gucci Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my
off in Follie's, got a bag full of the mollies
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've livin' like a king all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been chillin' with my in the streets
like a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout bored summer days
Blowin' on the east side of Atlanta
Makin' on the shawty, a Hispania
We speak the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I understand you wanna up the hammer
And build up own, she see her brother climbin' the ladder
It's time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I you can do it too but you can't be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off your ass, find a craft
Make bread, get it back, it back times 2
Who are you? Look in the
Don't give a fuck what they think, you're the one, the truth
Got the juice, got the juice, got the juice, got the
Mothafucka you the man an 8th grade Jew
You can chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some leather boots, them
And tryna step on you, fire burnin'
Make a livin', stack a sum and watch your
Now and later ain't really good
For a nigga his business on [?]