Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
Death stopped by but I must 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 I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you news on that
You could give a fuck less never thought less
happened in your 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 tell me 'cause I don't a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

I up next to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and out my room
'Cause there's 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 there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your mother a 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
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes fucking day
I gotta if they do
Should I burn the flag or the red white and blue too
I do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in blood shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies from a telephone wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
They can deal they own creation
out farther, suburb vacation

But it don't work like
Knock at your door and it's me slug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin'
About times and you're gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive my street
And stare at the folks who 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 dead

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You don't so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
I got boys down straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight the trailor park
me out front 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

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