Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

Why my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, I've got to do

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
Death stopped by but I must just missed him
Am I in a southwest gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my nuts hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

And what about the I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you news on that
You could give a fuck less never thought less
Something happened in suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you fuckin' nerd
I don't a fuck where you're from boy
So tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen

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

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

I woke up to a dead body
Roll it out the way and out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another stiff in the
fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your mother a ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

But I'm straight that
Just don't be leaving guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every day
I wonder if they do
Should I burn the flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but can
But those motherfuckers gotta wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

Yeah, dead man
ain't so bad
I mean they're all in the
Streets an' shi, ya
But don't be fuckin' with you
They lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted straight
With a mustard, man
Yeah, much

Seventeen bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All on fire
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a breath
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye you ain't Jack
And my boots on your nut sack

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

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

be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the gritty
But I ain't shit about a wooden titty