Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Reasons

car of weed
didn't see him up
hit him in the jaw
took him for his phone and his
left him on the ground, blood
pissed in the ????, then pulled the
2 to the dome, let him suffer
and a chicken, put him in the pot then smother
life in the Rich, gotta quick
be your money, you can't trust a bitch
fucked in the game, gettin paid
but when they his toe, the boy made the news
and like Spice said, from bodies to
from to funeral
another nigga on the grass dead
18 and bad luck, nobody a fuck
here comes a black
2 days everybody cryin
and at the bangers in line
here comes his mother pushin through the
screamin oh my god don't killm y
I'm in the back dressed in
9 in my pocket P is trigga happy
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
em up, bang bang, you fuckin with a psycho
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

on the scene
P green, playa hatas hate to see a nigga go clean
ain't dope, but got dope tapes
went worldwide, from the Bay
No Limit to SMG
put it in the trunk, it across the sea
Saint get the check, King break neck
it's all legit, Solar Flex
one blow and drop ya, you might need a doctor
a nigga getaway, C-Murder got the
stuck to your ass, played you like a
mark ass niggas get the 86
wanna run up and mean mug the P
fools comeup short, Silkk get their
it in the ground, till it turn blue
and if a fool he be suckin on soup
stuck em in the car a broken jaw
it ain't you heard, it's what you saw
retaliation's a must, that's why I
but fool, got 17
you motherfuckin ass up

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

on my ride
4 woofers, 2
and the Lexus stop
hoochies form lines
on my shit
for a hit
watchin niggas ????
to get a fix
I with a limp, mean like a soldier
Colt 45, gone off that
P, the nappy head fool
don't give a fuck, don't play by no
rata-tat-tat, just like the
P leaving suckas stuck on back
better check his pulse, him with his eyes open
struck him the back, god damn watch his head open
throw him off the cliff, him to the torcher ship
and was who
I'll be like Kemp
dumpin bodies off straight to the
Master P, in the hood, Black Harry
Balla, 23rd Street hustla
still independent, started from the
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 pack some
incase fool test me

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