Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter runs 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' nuts
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you 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 thought less unless
Something happened in suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck you're from boy
So don't me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

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

Seventeen dead, anybody
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
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause somehow another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding
Am I just seeing things? No, is your mother a ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead

But I'm straight that
Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every 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 gotta wish, man
I'm gonna in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, else
You could give a fuck less about the dead
The seventeenth boyfriend 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
They just lay there dead as
I mean they tasted kinda
With a mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a wire
All seventeen on
up the sky with the smell of death
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 this ghetto
They can deal with they own
Move out farther, vacation

But it work like that
Knock at your door and it's me slug 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 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
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

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 down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
That's me out front working on the
I'm on a check, I don't 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 down to the nitty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden