Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car of weed
didn't see him up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his and his beeper
him on the ground, caughin blood
pissed in the ????, then the plug
2 to the dome, let him suffer
and like a chicken, put him in the pot then
in the Rich, gotta think quick
be your money, you can't trust a bitch
in the game, gettin paid dues
but when they his toe, the boy made the news
and like Spice said, bodies to zags
from to funeral
another nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody a fuck
here comes a truck
2 later everybody cryin
and at the bangers in line
comes his mother pushin through the crowd
screamin oh my god don't y child
I'm in the back in khakies
9 in my pocket caue P is trigga
Lil O.G. pushing and c.d.'s
in work like some Levi jeans
and when my called, you know I'm ready bro
cause I got 17 reasons, let you know

17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a
17 reasons, to let go
em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you with a psycho

on the scene
P green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go clean
ain't slangin dope, but got dope
worldwide, started from the Bay
from No to SMG
put it in the trunk, ship it the sea
get the check, King break they neck
it's all legit, Solar Flex
one blow and I'll drop ya, you might a doctor
a nigga getaway, C-Murder got the
stuck to your ass, played you like a
ass niggas get the motherfuck 86
besides wanna run up and mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get teeth
stick it in the ground, till it turn
and if a fool live he be suckin on
stuck em in the car a broken jaw
it ain't you heard, it's what you saw
a must, that's why I bust
but fool, got 17
shut you ass up

17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a
17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a
17 reasons, to let go
em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho

gold on my
4 woofers, 2
and the Lexus stop
hoochies wanna lines
on my shit
for a hit
watchin niggas ????
to get a fix
I with a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, off that donja
P, the nappy head fool
don't give a fuck, don't by no rules
rata-tat-tat, like the Brat
P leaving suckas stuck on their
better his pulse, left him with his eyes open
him from the back, god damn watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, take him to the torcher
and was who
I'll be like Shawn
dumpin off straight to the morturary
P, in the hood, Black Dirty Harry
Richmond Balla, 23rd Street
independent, started from the gutter
went big time, took to the rhyme
put the town on the map, the fucking like of crime
the gettin hectic,
the P well
but got to some heat
incase some test me

17 reasons, to let go
shoot em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a