Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

Why must my visions be so
The truth, the truth, got work to do

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
But you you can't paint a frown on a clown
gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must 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 what the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, sucked
But you news on that
You could give a fuck less never thought less
Something happened in suburbs
I'm a cut your neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a where you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't a fuck
It's all what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

I woke up next to a dead
Roll it out the way and out of bed
on my kicks and step out my room
'Cause 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 another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned dead bodies

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

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

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

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

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

But it work like that
Knock at your door and me running slug bat
I'm a it to your fuckin' nugget
seventeen times and you're gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive down my
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 golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
I got down 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 don't cut the
And my got babies falling all out her ass

I'll be running with the carnival until I'm
'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