Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a buck shot, me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a
Sewer blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just 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 wouldn't no

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

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

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

I woke up to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and out my room
somehow 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 stiff riding shotgun
Am I just things? No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys into dead bodies

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 every day
I gotta wonder if 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, anybody
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
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 like you Jack
And my boots on your nut sack

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

Well, ya know I'm coming from the trailor park
That's me out working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I cut the grass
And my woman's got babies all out her ass

I'll be running with the until I'm eighty
'Cause they I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch to the nitty gritty
But I saying shit about a wooden titty