Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car of weed
didn't see him up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his
left him on the ground, caughin
pissed in the ????, then the plug
2 to the dome, didn't let him
and a chicken, put him in the pot then smother
life in the Rich, gotta quick
be about your money, you trust a bitch
fucked in the game, paid dues
but when they tagged his toe, the boy made the
and like said, from bodies to zags
forties to funeral
just nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody a fuck
here comes a black
2 days later cryin
and at the bangers in line
comes his mother pushin through 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
in work like some Levi jeans
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, you fuckin with a psycho
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 a psycho

on the scene
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 drop ya, you might need a doctor
a nigga getaway, got the Shocker
stuck to your ass, played you 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, it turn blue
and if a fool he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car a broken jaw
it ain't what you heard, it's 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 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

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and when the stop
hoochies form lines
fiends on my
for a hit
watchin them niggas
to get a fix
I with a limp, mean like a soldier
45, gone off that donja
Master P, the head fool
give a fuck, don't play by no rules
rata-tat-tat, just the Brat
P leaving suckas 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, him to the torcher ship
and was who
I'll be Shawn Kemp
dumpin off straight to the morturary
P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, 23rd Street
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 some heat
some fool test me

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