Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

And what about the time I got
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you news wouldn't on
You could give a less never thought less unless
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 don't me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

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

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

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, anybody
You could give a fuck less about the 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 they be fuckin' with you
just lay there dead as shit
I mean they kinda straight
With a mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a wire
All on fire
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing your daddy
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his kind created this
They can deal they own creation
out farther, suburb vacation

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma it
And flick it in eye like 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, put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody on a nutty clown
I got boys down straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming from the trailor park
That's me out front working on the
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
'Cause they know I'm going out the fat lady
I strip the down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying about a wooden titty