Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Bodies

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that up
From the most infamous, 1st Infantry
Alchemist, this shit raw like beef playa
We boyz in da hood see a dead body

in a lowrider, murda on my mind
'Cuz I had too many homies in my lifetime
why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips
Lift niggaz a chrome hydraulic switch
Wit a rat in the car that swallow dicks
So good that I got P on that 6-4 shit
She Compton just like me
Caramel wit just like Eve

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

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

Got two on my shoulders, they all over me
They're to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein'
signs spots stare at me too
Have you seein' that white light you at me wrong
Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be it off
You was raised on and live real drama
Don't let the twist you, we lettin' O's off

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

We out in Compton, P and Game Chucks
We out in Q B, P and Game rollin' a
ashes out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin' like dem 24 inch
Ridin' to Suga bangin' shook ones
On the westside highway, on the steel
If I like your chain then spill
'Cuz I ain't million dollars when I signed my deal

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that up
You better fire proof your crib, I'll that shit up
I'm all about this crime for real, rap shit is luck
Try to score points on me, I'll you up
In that smelly proof bag, real, real
Shoot the duce my arm, I'm real, 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, nigga throw 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 or jail
tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught up on the Fed Ex
So we stopped doin' business and on Nextels, we gangstas

I fold in half, I tore people ass
But they still wanna ride out as long as we see
I get money, and I don't your help or friendship
But love, I'ma survive how I been
I'ma alive till the day I die
But now I'm healty, niggaz betta get up off my
A bitch is we easily fuck it
We posessed by the cash and guns we bustin'

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

I don't know about Alchemist
Who is he?