Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Man

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

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

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

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

What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must been drinking
chopper had got me feeling like Harley
If I let it ride you to be stinkin'
I'm a I do what I like to
Old shit that's for you to fight to
I don't give a bitch I don't like you
Got that fire bitch I light you
Bitch I am the streets you just tough
Couple of snow like I was on bluff
Call me the master Sho'Nuff
Bad boy for real, no
If a nigga pussy I pimp mine
keep your distance don't play with mine
Stay in your place out the line
them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine
You can find me in the what a hood don't go
Heard you're somebody the hood don't
If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch show
Money never sit still so I don't
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
man, dead 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 to your head man, dead man