Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
But you you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer blood runs through my system
Death by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest 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
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you wouldn't on that
You could give a fuck never thought less unless
happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're boy
So tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about going on in your head
Do or don't you care the seventeen dead

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

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

I up next to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my
'Cause somehow another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all the grass
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your a soggy ho?
I to drink 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 guts in my car an' shit
a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen from eyes every fucking day
I wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and too
I can't do much, but can
But those gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

Yeah, bodies man
They so bad
I mean all over in the
an' shi, ya know
But they don't be with you
They lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda
With a mustard, man
Yeah, much

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

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

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

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead

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

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

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

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't flex on a nutty clown
I got down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
And my woman's got babies 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 bitch to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a titty