Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

[Hook: Mane]x2
I got a pocket full of dead
Evil voices in my head tellin' me go get this
Got a pocket full of dead
Evil voices in my head me to get this bread

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

x2

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