Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car full of
didn't see him up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his
him on the ground, caughin blood
pissed in the ????, then 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 trust a bitch
in the game, gettin paid dues
but when they tagged his toe, the boy made the
and like said, from bodies to zags
from forties to
another nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody a fuck
here comes a black
2 days everybody cryin
and at the bangers in line
here comes his mother through the crowd
screamin oh my god don't killm y
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 when my number's called, you know I'm bro
cause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you

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

back on the
P making green, playa hate to see a nigga go clean
slangin dope, but got dope tapes
went worldwide, 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, Solar Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a
a nigga getaway, got the Shocker
stuck to ass, played you like a bitch
mark ass get the motherfuck 86
wanna run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get teeth
stick it in the ground, it turn blue
and if a fool live he be on soup
em in the car with a broken jaw
it ain't what you heard, it's 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 bang, you fuckin with a
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

gold on my
4 woofers, 2
and when the stop
hoochies wanna form
on my shit
for a hit
watchin niggas ????
to get a fix
I walk with a limp, like a soldier
Colt 45, gone off that
P, the nappy head fool
don't give a fuck, don't play by no
rata-tat-tat, like the Brat
P leaving suckas stuck on back
check his pulse, left him with his eyes open
struck him from the back, god watch his head open
him off the cliff, take 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, from the gutter
went big time, to the gangsta rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the like of crime
the gettin hectic,
the P respected
but got to pack heat
incase some fool me

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