Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I'm with that
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears from every fucking day
I gotta if they do
Should I burn the flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but can
But motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna in they blood shed
the seventeen dead

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

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

Yeah, dead man
ain't 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 tasted kinda
With a mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the of death
Rich bigot fucker, a deep breath
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like daddy
he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal with they own
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, ya I'm coming straight from the trailor park
me out front working 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 the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out the fat lady
I strip the bitch to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a titty