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 you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs my system
stopped by but I must have just 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 in the eye and you wouldn't no where

And about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, sucked
But you news on that
You could give a fuck never thought less unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut your neck, you little fuckin' 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 head
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

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

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

I woke up to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my
'Cause somehow there's another in the bathroom
fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another riding shotgun
Am I just things? No, is your 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 straight with
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes fucking day
I gotta wonder if do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and too
I do much, but they can
But motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

Yeah, dead man
They so bad
I they're all over in the
an' shi, ya know
But they be fuckin' with you
just lay there dead as shit
I they tasted kinda straight
a little mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a breath
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind this 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 it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive my street
And stare at the folks who can't make end's
You know now but that's the plan
Most in Hell were rich when they died, man
that to your golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming from the trailor park
me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
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 out with the fat lady
I strip the down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying about a wooden titty