Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

Why my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, I've got to do

I got shot with a buck shot, me down
But you you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my
Death stopped by but I have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my nuts hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you no where

And what the time I got fucked
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you wouldn't on that
You could give a fuck less never less unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're boy
So don't tell me I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in head
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Do or don't you care about the dead

Seventeen dead, else
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his

I woke up next to a dead
Roll it out the way and out of bed
Strap on my kicks and out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a somebody in they dead ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff shotgun
Am I just things? No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead

But I'm straight with
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an'
Wait a minute, wait, get head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes fucking day
I gotta wonder if do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and too
I do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta wish, man
I'm gonna in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

Seventeen dead, else
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
Do or don't you care the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, else
dead, anybody else
You give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The boyfriend lost his erection

Yeah, bodies man
They so bad
I mean they're all in the
Streets an' shi, ya
But they don't be fuckin' you
just lay there dead as shit
I mean they kinda straight
a little mustard, man
Yeah, much

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
They can with they own creation
Move out farther, vacation

But it don't work like
Knock at your door and me running slug bat
I'm a it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna love it,
down my street
And at the folks who can't make end's meet
You don't now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell rich when they died, man
Take that to your bed
'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
I'ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
I'ma chop ass up man, for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
I'll chop you, I'll slice you, seventeen

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, else

yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma it
And flick it in your eye like you Jack
And stomp my on your nut sack

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You don't think so, put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
I got boys down river straight hick

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor
That's me out front working on the
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
And my got babies falling all out her ass

I'll be running with the carnival I'm eighty
they know I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden