Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter 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 in the eye and you wouldn't no where

And about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you news wouldn't on
You could a fuck less never thought less unless
Something happened in suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you fuckin' 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, else
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Do or don't you care about the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

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 kinda straight
With a mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead bodies from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich bigot fucker, take a breath
Look at you makes me go
don't be nothing like your daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, vacation

But it work like that
Knock at your door and it's me running bat
I'm a stick it to your nugget
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 in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take to your golden bed
'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you Jack
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 in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river hick town

Well, ya I'm coming 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 falling all out her ass

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