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 paint 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 wouldn't no

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

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

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

I woke up next to a dead
Roll it out the way and out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another in the bathroom
Dead all over the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on
And I noticed there's another stiff riding
Am I just seeing things? No, is mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the
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
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and too
I can't do much, but can
But those motherfuckers death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

Yeah, bodies man
ain't so bad
I mean they're all in the
an' shi, ya know
But they be fuckin' with you
just lay there dead as shit
I mean they kinda straight
With a mustard, man
Yeah, much

dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich bigot fucker, a deep breath
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing your daddy
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, 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 and you're gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive my street
And at the folks 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 your bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya know J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma it
And flick it in eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my 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 boys down river straight hick

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