Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
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 street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my nuts hang?
But do you
I got in the eye and you wouldn't no where

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

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

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

I woke up next to a dead
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and out my room
'Cause somehow another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is mother a soggy ho?
I to drink Faygo, out from the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys into dead bodies

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

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

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

Yeah, dead man
ain't so bad
I mean all over in the
Streets an' shi, ya
But they don't be fuckin' you
They just lay there dead as
I mean tasted 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 deep
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing your daddy
he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
I got boys river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming 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 know I'm going out the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty
But I ain't shit about a wooden titty