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 paint a frown on a
Sewer gutter blood runs through my
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 about the I got fucked
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news wouldn't on
You could give a less never thought less unless
Something happened in your
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't a fuck
It's all what's going on in your head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody else
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen
The seventeenth boyfriend 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 somehow another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff 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 turned into dead

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

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich bigot fucker, a deep breath
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this
They can deal with they own
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody 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 it in your eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my boots on nut sack

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in mouth
Can't nobody on a nutty clown
I got down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
That's me out front working on the
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 with the 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 about a titty