Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
Death stopped by but I must just missed him
Am I in a street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

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

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

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

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

But I'm straight with
Just 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 flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but can
But those gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone
All on fire
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing your daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created ghetto
can deal with they 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 nugget
About seventeen and you're gonna love it, motherfucker
down my street
And stare at the folks who can't end's meet
You know now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were rich they died, man
that to your golden bed
'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you Jack
And stomp my boots on 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 I'm coming straight from the trailor park
me out front working on the Skylark
I'm on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got falling all out her ass

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