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 paint a frown on a clown
Sewer blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have missed him
Am I in a southwest street
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my nuts hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

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

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

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

I woke up next to a body
Roll it out the way and out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another 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 homeboys turned into bodies

But I'm with that
Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if do
Should I burn the flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but can
But those motherfuckers gotta wish, man
I'm gonna swim in blood shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

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

dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a breath
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker don't be nothing your daddy
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, suburb

But it don't like that
Knock at your door and it's me running bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin'
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 know now but the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when died, man
Take that to golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
me out front working on the Skylark
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 carnival I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out with the fat
I strip the bitch down to the nitty
But I ain't saying shit a wooden titty