Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my
Death by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' hang?
But do you
I got in the eye and you wouldn't no where

And what about the I got fucked
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news on that
You could give a fuck less thought less unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I give a fuck
It's all what's going on in your head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

I woke up to a dead body
Roll it out the way and out of bed
on my kicks and step out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the
But then one out of one of my homeboys into dead bodies

But I'm straight with
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red 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 seventeen

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
Seventeen dead, anybody
You could give a fuck about the seventeen 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 with you
just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted straight
With a mustard, man
Yeah, much

Seventeen bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All on fire
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
Look at you makes me go
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his kind created this
can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If there's a booger in my nose, pick 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 think so, I'll put a in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
I got boys down river straight hick

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
That's me out working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
And my got babies falling all out her ass

I'll be with the carnival until I'm eighty
they know I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty
But I saying shit about a wooden titty