Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

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

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

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

I up next 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 another stiff in the
fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I seeing things? No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

But I'm straight that
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears from every fucking day
I gotta wonder if do
Should I burn the flag or the red white and blue too
I do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers death wish, man
I'm swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging a telephone wire
All seventeen on
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich fucker, take a deep breath
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created ghetto
They can with they own creation
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, ya know I'm coming from the trailor park
That's me out front on the Skylark
I'm on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got falling all out her ass

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