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

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

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

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

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

But I'm straight with
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from every fucking day
I wonder 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
the seventeen dead

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

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

Yeah, dead man
They so bad
I they're all over in the
Streets an' shi, ya
But they be fuckin' with you
They just lay there dead as
I mean they kinda straight
a little mustard, man
Yeah, much

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in 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, I'll put a in your mouth
Can't flex on a nutty clown
I got down river straight hick town

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

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