Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

And what about the time I got
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news on that
You could give a fuck less never thought less
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's 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 about what's going on in head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

I woke up next to a dead
Roll it out the way and out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all the grass
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to make a left on
And I noticed another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to Faygo, out from the Scotties
But one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

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

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone
All on fire
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, else
I'll chop you, 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, pick it
And it in your eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my on your nut sack

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

Well, ya I'm coming straight from the trailor park
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 the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out the fat lady
I the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden