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 you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter runs 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 time I got
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked
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 little nerd
I give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't a fuck
It's all about going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging a telephone wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
Rich fucker, take a deep breath
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created ghetto
They can deal with they own
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 know now but that's the
Most people in were rich when they died, man
Take that to golden bed
'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma 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, I'll put a brick in your
Can't nobody on a nutty clown
I got down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm straight from the trailor 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 the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause know I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty
But I ain't saying shit about a titty