Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car of weed
didn't see him up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his and his beeper
left him on the ground, caughin
pissed in the ????, pulled the plug
2 to the dome, let him suffer
and a chicken, put him in the pot then smother
life in the Rich, gotta quick
be about your money, you trust a bitch
in the game, gettin paid dues
but they tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and Spice said, from bodies to zags
from to funeral
another nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, gives a fuck
here comes a truck
2 later everybody cryin
and at the funeral in line
here comes his mother pushin through the
screamin oh my god don't killm y
I'm in the dressed in khakies
9 in my pocket P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. pushing and c.d.'s
in work like some Levi jeans
and when my called, you know I'm ready bro
cause I got 17 reasons, let you know

17 reasons, to let go
em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang, you fuckin with a psycho

on the scene
P making green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go
ain't dope, but got dope tapes
went worldwide, from the Bay
No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, ship it the sea
Saint get the check, King break they
it's all legit, Solar Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you might a doctor
a nigga getaway, got the Shocker
stuck to your ass, played you like a
mark ass get the motherfuck 86
besides run up and mean mug the P
comeup short, Silkk get their teeth
stick it in the ground, till it blue
and if a fool he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car with a jaw
it ain't what you heard, it's you saw
retaliation's a must, that's why I
but fool, got 17
you motherfuckin ass up

17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a

gold on my
4 woofers, 2
and when the stop
hoochies form lines
on my shit
for a hit
watchin niggas ????
to get a fix
I walk with a limp, like a soldier
Colt 45, gone off donja
Master P, the nappy fool
don't give a fuck, play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just like the
P leaving suckas stuck on back
better check his pulse, him with his eyes open
struck him from the back, god watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, him to the torcher ship
and was who
I'll be like Shawn
bodies off straight to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Black Dirty
Richmond Balla, 23rd hustla
still independent, started the gutter
went big time, took to the gangsta
put the town on the map, that's the fucking of crime
the gettin hectic,
the P respected
but got to pack heat
incase some test me

17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang, you fuckin with a pyscho