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, blood
pissed in the ????, then pulled the
2 to the dome, let him suffer
and like a chicken, put him in the pot 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 the news
and Spice said, from bodies to zags
from to funeral
just another nigga on the grass
18 and bad luck, nobody a fuck
here comes a black
2 days everybody cryin
and at the funeral bangers in
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 pocket P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. pushing and c.d.'s
puttin in work like some Levi
and when my called, you know I'm ready bro
cause I got 17 reasons, I'll let you

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

on the scene
P making green, playa hatas hate to see a go clean
ain't slangin dope, but got tapes
went worldwide, from the Bay
No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, it across the sea
Saint get the check, King they neck
it's all legit, Solar 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
mark ass get the motherfuck 86
besides wanna run up and mug the P
fools short, Silkk get their teeth
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 ain't you heard, it's 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 bang, you fuckin with a
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

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and when the stop
wanna form lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin niggas ????
to get a fix
I walk with a limp, mean like a
Colt 45, off that donja
Master P, the nappy fool
give a fuck, don't play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just like the
P suckas stuck on their back
better check his pulse, left him with his eyes
struck him from the back, god damn watch his open
throw him off the cliff, take him to the torcher
and was who
be like Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off straight to the
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 like of crime
the hoods hectic,
the P respected
but got to some heat
incase some test me

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