Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

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

Yous a dead man, playing games the bread
Yous a man, I put that 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, man, yous a dead man
Dead man, I put that pistol to head man
Dead man, I put that pistol to your man, dead man

deuce, 4 tray 6 A
8 watches, 4 6 rings
Pot forks, dope at a cost
From coast to coast, I set on the dope
Remix it yo, you I can sell you both 16-5
lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive
Got my leanin', low bricks inside
Got 'em stash in the door, always road
Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep
Tractor in the morning won't stop jugging
Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a nigga
I got rich off of

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

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

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