Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car of weed
didn't see him up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his
left him on the ground, blood
pissed in the ????, then pulled the
2 to the dome, let him suffer
and like a chicken, put him in the pot then
in the Rich, gotta think quick
be about money, you can't trust a bitch
fucked in the game, gettin paid
but when tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and Spice said, from bodies to zags
forties to funeral
just nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, gives a fuck
here comes a black
2 days later cryin
and at the funeral bangers in
here comes his mother pushin the crowd
oh my god don't killm y child
I'm in the back dressed in
9 in my pocket P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. tapes and c.d.'s
puttin in work like Levi jeans
and my number's called, you know I'm ready bro
I got 17 reasons, I'll let you know

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

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

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

gold on my
4 woofers, 2
and when the stop
hoochies wanna lines
on my shit
for a hit
watchin 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 by no rules
rata-tat-tat, like the Brat
P suckas stuck 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, take him to the torcher
and was who
I'll be Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Black Dirty
Richmond Balla, 23rd Street
still independent, started from the
went big time, took to the rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the fucking like of
the hoods hectic,
the P respected
but got to pack heat
some fool test me

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