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
him on the ground, caughin blood
pissed in the ????, then the plug
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 your money, you can't a bitch
fucked in the game, gettin paid
but when tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and like 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 everybody
and at the funeral bangers in
here comes his mother pushin the crowd
screamin oh my god killm y child
I'm in the back in khakies
9 in my pocket caue P is happy
Lil O.G. pushing and c.d.'s
puttin in work like some 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
em up, bang bang, you fuckin with 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 with a

back on the
P making green, playa hatas hate to see a go clean
ain't slangin dope, but got tapes
worldwide, started from the Bay
from No to SMG
put it in the trunk, it across the sea
Saint get the check, King break they
it's all legit, like Solar
one blow and drop ya, you might need a doctor
a getaway, C-Murder got the Shocker
stuck to your ass, played you a bitch
mark ass niggas get the 86
besides wanna run up and mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get teeth
it in the ground, till it turn blue
and if a fool live he be on soup
em in the car with a broken jaw
it ain't you heard, it's 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
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang, you fuckin with a psycho

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and the Lexus stop
wanna form lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin them niggas
to get a fix
I walk with a limp, mean a soldier
Colt 45, gone off donja
Master P, the nappy fool
give a fuck, don't play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just the Brat
P leaving stuck on their back
better his pulse, left him with his eyes open
him from the back, god damn watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, him to the torcher ship
and was who
I'll be like Shawn
bodies off straight to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, Street hustla
still independent, from the gutter
went big time, to the gangsta rhyme
put the on the map, that's the fucking like of crime
the gettin hectic,
the P well
but got to pack heat
incase some test me

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