Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

Why must my visions be so
The truth, the truth, got work to do

I got with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a on a clown
Sewer blood runs through my system
stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts
But do you
I got in the eye and you wouldn't no where

And about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, sucked
But you news wouldn't on
You could give a fuck less thought less unless
happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin'
I don't give a fuck you're from boy
So don't me 'cause I don't give a fuck
all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care the seventeen dead

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, else
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
You could give a fuck about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth lost his erection

I woke up to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all the grass
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to make a left on
And I noticed there's another riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your mother a ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead

But I'm straight with
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an'
a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop tears from eyes every fucking day
I wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red and blue too
I do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers death wish, man
I'm gonna in they blood shed
the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, else
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, else
You could give a fuck about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth lost his erection

Yeah, bodies man
They so bad
I mean they're all in the
Streets an' shi, ya
But they don't be fuckin' you
They just lay dead as shit
I mean they kinda straight
With a mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging a telephone wire
All on fire
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can with they own creation
Move out farther, vacation

But it don't work like
Knock at door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're love it, motherfucker
down my street
And stare at the folks who can't make meet
You don't now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when died, man
Take that to your bed
'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
I'ma chop ass up man, for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody else
I'll chop you, I'll slice you, seventeen

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, else

yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, pick it
And it in your eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my on your nut sack

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't think so, put a brick in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
That's me out front on the Skylark
I'm on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my got babies falling all out her ass

I'll be running with the carnival until I'm
they know I'm going out with the fat lady
I the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a titty