Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

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

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

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

I woke up next to a body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead

But I'm with that
Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
a minute, wait, get your 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 and blue too
I can't do much, but can
But those motherfuckers gotta wish, man
I'm gonna swim in blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the of death
bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal they own creation
out farther, suburb vacation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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