Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car full of
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, didn't let him
and a chicken, put him in the pot then smother
life in the Rich, gotta quick
be about your money, you can't trust a
fucked in the game, gettin dues
but when they tagged his toe, the boy made the
and like Spice said, from bodies to
forties to funeral
just another nigga on the dead
18 and bad luck, nobody a fuck
comes a black truck
2 later everybody cryin
and at the funeral bangers in
here his mother pushin through the crowd
oh my god don't killm y child
I'm in the back dressed in
9 in my caue P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. tapes and c.d.'s
puttin in work some Levi jeans
and when my number's called, you I'm ready bro
I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know

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

back on the
P making green, playa hate to see a nigga go clean
ain't slangin dope, but got dope
went worldwide, started the Bay
No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, it across the sea
get the check, King break they neck
it's all legit, like Flex
one and I'll drop ya, you might need a doctor
a nigga getaway, got the Shocker
to your ass, played you like a bitch
mark ass niggas get the 86
besides run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get their
stick it in the ground, till it turn
and if a live he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car a broken jaw
it what you heard, it's what you saw
retaliation's a must, why I bust
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
em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin a psycho

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and when the Lexus
hoochies form lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin them niggas
to get a fix
I walk a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, off that donja
P, the nappy head fool
don't give a fuck, don't play by no
rata-tat-tat, like the Brat
P leaving suckas on their back
better check his pulse, left him with his eyes
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 Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off straight to the
Master P, in the hood, Black Harry
Balla, 23rd Street hustla
still independent, started the gutter
big time, took to the gangsta rhyme
put the on the map, that's the fucking like of crime
the hoods hectic,
the P respected
but got to pack some
incase some test me

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