Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs my system
Death 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 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 on that
You could give a fuck less never thought unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck you're from boy
So don't tell me I don't give a fuck
It's all about going on in your head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

I up next to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's stiff in the bathroom
fucks all over the grass
I'm a somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I noticed another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing No, is your 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 straight with
Just don't be leaving your in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I drop seventeen tears from every fucking day
I wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red and blue too
I can't do much, but can
But motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood
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, anybody
Seventeen dead, else
You could give a fuck about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth lost his erection

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

Seventeen dead hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the of death
bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know 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 Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't 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 straight from the trailor park
That's me out front on the Skylark
I'm on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my got babies falling all out her ass

be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause know I'm going out with the fat lady
I the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying about a wooden titty