Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

Why must my 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 on a clown
Sewer gutter runs through my system
Death stopped by but I have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my nuts hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it don't like that
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 it, motherfucker
Drive my street
And stare at the folks who can't end's meet
You don't know now but that's the
Most people in were rich when they died, man
Take to your golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the dead

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody on a nutty clown
I got boys down river hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight the trailor park
That's me out working on the Skylark
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 with the until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out with the fat
I strip the down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't shit about a wooden titty