Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car full of
see him creep up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his
left him on the ground, blood
pissed in the ????, pulled 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
in the game, gettin paid dues
but they tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and like Spice said, bodies to zags
from to funeral
just nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, gives a fuck
here comes a truck
2 days later cryin
and at the funeral in line
here comes his mother pushin through the
screamin oh my god don't killm y
I'm in the dressed in khakies
9 in my caue P is trigga happy
Lil O.G. tapes and c.d.'s
puttin in like some Levi jeans
and when my number's called, you 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 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 with a

back on the
P making green, playa hate to see a nigga go clean
ain't dope, but got dope tapes
went worldwide, started the Bay
No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, it across the sea
Saint get the check, King break they
it's all legit, like Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you need a doctor
a nigga getaway, C-Murder got the
to your ass, played you like a bitch
mark ass get the motherfuck 86
wanna run up and mean mug the P
fools short, Silkk get their teeth
it in the ground, till it turn blue
and if a live he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car with a jaw
it ain't what you heard, it's 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 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 with a psycho

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and when the stop
wanna form lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin them ????
to get a fix
I walk a limp, mean like a soldier
45, gone off that donja
Master P, the nappy fool
don't a fuck, don't play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just like the
P suckas stuck on their back
better check his pulse, him with his eyes open
struck him from the back, god watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, take him to the ship
and was who
I'll be Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Black Harry
Richmond Balla, 23rd Street
independent, started from the gutter
went big time, to the gangsta rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the fucking of crime
the hoods hectic,
the P respected
but got to pack some
some fool test me

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