Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

We out, P and Game, blow that bitch up
the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, this shit raw fresh beef playa
We boyz in da hood wanna see a dead

Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my
I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I wit a nine and dem hollow tips
Lift niggaz like a chrome switch
Wit a hood rat in the car swallow dicks
So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala
She from Compton just me
Caramel wit just like Eve

She go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
Well do the thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out white tee
P in the backseat finger her girlfriend
That'll put a ball hole in your right cheek
Start over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life slip away an I.V.

We out in Cali, P and straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that up
You stop us, we gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull that shit this way, we bangin'
Wit dem and dem oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, tryin' do that, I suggest you do not
My is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your on my back

Got two birds on my shoulders, they all me
They're ready to fuck Game and whoever else wit me
My presence is strong, I have a seein' dollar
signs spots stare at me too
Have you seein' that light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, be settin' it off
You was raised on beef and real drama
let the coupes twist you, we lettin' O's off

We out, P and Game, we'll that bitch up
P and Game rollin' the
the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, with the A L C
N.Y.C. to L.A. we do our

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin'
We out in Q B, P and Game a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 wheels
Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' ones
On the westside highway, hand on the
If I like chain then blood spill
'Cuz I ain't getta dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow bitch up
You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow shit up
I'm all about crime for real, this rap shit is luck
Try to score points on me, I'll you up
In smelly proof bag, real, real fast
Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real, slick
put a tail on me, I drive too fast
Can't put tag on me, I people ass

If you from the westside, throw that shit up
If you bang the eastside, nigga throw shit up
I ain't tryna be in The Source or X L
I'm tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells
And it was either this or
Imagine fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex
So we doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels, we gangstas

I people in half, I tore people ass
But they still wanna out as long as we see death
I get money, and I don't need your help or
But love, survive just how I been
I'ma stay alive the day I die
But right now I'm healty, betta get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we fuck it
We posessed by the cash and these we bustin'

We out, P and Game, blow that bitch up
nobody fuckin' with
From the most infamous, 1st Infantry
Mixed the A L C

I don't know about Alchemist
Who is he?