Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car of weed
see him creep up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his and his beeper
left him on the ground, caughin
pissed in the ????, then pulled the
2 to the dome, didn't let him
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 made the
and like Spice said, bodies to zags
from forties to
just another nigga on the dead
18 and bad luck, gives a fuck
comes a black truck
2 later everybody cryin
and at the funeral in line
here his mother pushin through the crowd
screamin oh my god killm y child
I'm in the back dressed in
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, let you know

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

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, ship it the sea
Saint get the check, King break neck
it's all legit, like 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 a bitch
ass niggas get the motherfuck 86
besides run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get their
it in the ground, till it turn 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
shut you 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, you fuckin with a psycho

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and the Lexus stop
hoochies wanna form
on my shit
for a hit
watchin them niggas
to get a fix
I with a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, off that donja
Master P, the nappy fool
don't give a fuck, play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just like the
P leaving suckas stuck on their
better check his pulse, left him with his eyes
struck him from the back, god damn his head open
throw him off the cliff, take him to the torcher
and was who
I'll be Shawn Kemp
dumpin bodies off straight to the
P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, 23rd hustla
still independent, started the gutter
went big time, took to the rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the fucking like of
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 fuckin a pyscho