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, me down
But you know you can't 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 motherfuckin' nuts
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you no where

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

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

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

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

But I'm straight with
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an'
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears eyes every fucking day
I gotta if they do
Should I burn the rebel 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
the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

But it work like that
Knock at door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna it, motherfucker
Drive down my
And stare at the folks who can't make meet
You don't now but that's the plan
Most people in 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
Seventeen dead, anybody
I'ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

Well, ya know I'm coming straight the trailor park
That's me out front working on the
I'm waiting on a check, I cut the grass
And my got babies 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 the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't shit about a wooden titty