Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

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

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

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

I up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and out of bed
on my kicks and step out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead all over the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another riding shotgun
Am I just things? No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to Faygo, out from the Scotties
But then one out of one of my turned into dead bodies

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

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

Yeah, dead man
ain't so bad
I they're all over in the
an' shi, ya know
But don't be fuckin' with you
They lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted straight
a little mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
Rich fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker don't be like your daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can with they own creation
out farther, suburb vacation

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If there's a in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye you ain't Jack
And stomp my boots on nut sack

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight town

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

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