Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
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' hang?
But do you
I got in the eye and you wouldn't no where

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

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

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, else
You could give a less about the seventeen dead
The boyfriend lost 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 another stiff in the
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a kick somebody in they ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another riding shotgun
Am I just seeing No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to Faygo, out from the Scotties
But then one out of one of my turned into dead bodies

But I'm with that
don't be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears from 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
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

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

dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal they own creation
out farther, suburb vacation

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in eye like you ain't 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 down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
That's me out working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
And my woman's got babies all out her ass

be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm out with the fat lady
I the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't shit about a wooden titty