Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

And what about the time I got
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news wouldn't on
You could give a less never thought less unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's neck, you little 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 what's going on in head
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
You could give a fuck about the seventeen 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 there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on
And I there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just things? No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I to drink Faygo, out from the Scotties
But then one out of one of my turned into dead bodies

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

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging a telephone wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, I'ma it
And flick it in your eye like you Jack
And stomp my boots on nut sack

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in mouth
Can't flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down straight hick town

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

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