Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts
But do you
I got in the eye and you wouldn't no where

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't think so, put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody 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 front working on the
I'm waiting on a check, I cut the grass
And my woman's got falling all out her ass

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