Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
Death by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you no where

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

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

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

I woke up next to a body
Roll it out the way and out of bed
on my kicks and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another 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 there's stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your a soggy ho?
I like to Faygo, out from the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned dead bodies

But I'm with that
Just don't be leaving your in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I drop seventeen tears from every fucking 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 swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

Yeah, bodies man
They so bad
I mean all over in the
an' shi, ya know
But they don't be fuckin' you
They lay there dead as shit
I they tasted kinda straight
With a 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 makes me go
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, suburb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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