Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car full of
see him creep up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his and his beeper
left him on the ground, blood
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 can't a bitch
fucked in the game, paid dues
but they tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and like Spice said, bodies to zags
forties to funeral
just another nigga on the 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 pushin the crowd
screamin oh my god don't y child
I'm in the back in khakies
9 in my caue P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. pushing and c.d.'s
puttin in work like Levi jeans
and when my number's called, you I'm ready bro
cause I got 17 reasons, let you know

17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
em up, bang bang, you fuckin 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, from the Bay
from No to SMG
put it in the trunk, ship it the sea
Saint get the check, break they neck
it's all legit, Solar Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you might need a
a getaway, C-Murder got the Shocker
stuck to your ass, played you like a
mark ass get the motherfuck 86
wanna run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, get their teeth
stick it in the ground, till it blue
and if a fool he be suckin on soup
em in the car with a broken jaw
it ain't what you heard, what 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 bang, you fuckin a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you with a psycho

gold on my
4 woofers, 2
and when the Lexus
hoochies form lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin them ????
to get a fix
I walk a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, off that donja
Master P, the head fool
don't give a fuck, don't by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just the Brat
P leaving suckas stuck on their
better check his pulse, left him with his open
struck him from the back, god damn watch his head
throw him off the cliff, him to the torcher ship
and was who
I'll be Shawn Kemp
dumpin off straight to the morturary
P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, Street 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 hoods hectic,
the P well
but got to pack heat
some fool test me

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