Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a buck shot, me down
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just him
Am I in a street gang?
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 what the time I got fucked
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you wouldn't on that
You could give a fuck less never less unless
Something happened in your
I'm a cut your neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I give a fuck
It's all about what's on in your head
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

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

Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
You could give a fuck less about the dead
The boyfriend 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 somehow there's stiff in the bathroom
fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff shotgun
Am I seeing 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 straight that
don't be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if do
I burn the rebel flag 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
Justi-justify the dead

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

Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, else
You could a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The boyfriend lost 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 tasted straight
a little mustard, man
Yeah, worse

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't
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 in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight 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

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