Luyện nghe bài hát Dead People

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

[Verse 1: Gucci
Got a pocket of dead guys
Evil in my head tellin' me to watch the feds
And I love sellin' pies
It's a bad bitch in my bed and she got stupid 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 hoes
And ain't that shit ironic my doors go up, robotic?
I can walk the and I can talk the shit
I can talk the cause I got it
It's Mane, I'm a walkin' lick
Got dead people in my
Fallin' off in Follie's, got a bag full of the
A half a off profit, and my [?]

x2

[Verse 2:
I've been livin' like a all week
I'm a peasant at the end of day
I've been with my niggas in the streets
Livin' a vagabond, wild, free, run away
Reminiscin' 'bout them bored days
Blowin' haze on the east of Atlanta
moves on the shawty, a Hispania
We don't the same language so excuse me if I stammer
I you wanna pick up the hammer
And build up your own, she see her brother climbin' the
your time, yeah it's somethin' that you figure
I mean you can do it too but you be a bitch ass nigga
Get up off ass, find a fuckin' craft
Make bread, get it back, give it back 2
Who are you? in the mirror
Don't give a fuck what 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 chew through any ass in the zoo
Any nigga tryna act hard as some leather boots, them
And tryna step on you, fire burnin'
a livin', stack a sum and watch your paper
Now and later ain't good time
For a 'bout his business on [?]