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
him on the ground, caughin blood
pissed in the ????, then 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, gettin paid
but they tagged his toe, the boy made the news
and like said, from bodies to zags
from forties to
another nigga on the grass 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 through the
screamin oh my god don't y child
I'm in the back dressed in
9 in my pocket caue P is trigga
Lil O.G. pushing and c.d.'s
puttin in work like Levi jeans
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, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang, you fuckin 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 dope, but got dope tapes
worldwide, started from the Bay
from No to SMG
put it in the trunk, it across the sea
Saint get the check, break 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 ass, played you like a bitch
ass niggas 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 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 bang, you with a psycho
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 fuckin a psycho

gold on my
4 woofers, 2
and when the Lexus
hoochies wanna lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin them ????
to get a fix
I walk with a limp, mean like a
Colt 45, off that donja
P, the nappy head 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, left him with his eyes
struck him the back, god damn watch his head open
him off the cliff, take him to the torcher ship
and was who
I'll be like Kemp
dumpin off straight to the morturary
Master P, in the hood, Black Harry
Richmond Balla, Street hustla
still independent, from the gutter
went big time, took to the rhyme
put the town on the map, that's the like of crime
the hoods hectic,
the P well
but got to pack some
incase some fool me

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