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 buck shot, shot me
But you know you can't paint a on a clown
Sewer blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just 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 wouldn't no

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

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

Seventeen dead, else
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
You give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth lost 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 they ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's stiff riding shotgun
Am I seeing things? 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 on straight
I drop seventeen tears eyes every fucking day
I gotta if they do
Should I burn the rebel 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
the seventeen dead

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

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody else
You could give a fuck about 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 don't be fuckin' with you
They lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda
a little mustard, man
Yeah, much

Seventeen dead bodies from a telephone wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky with the of death
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 kind created this
They can deal with they own
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 clown
I got boys down river straight hick

Well, ya know I'm coming from the trailor park
That's me out front on the Skylark
I'm on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my got babies falling all out her ass

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