Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a on a clown
gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must just 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 in the eye and you wouldn't no where

And what the time I got fucked
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news on that
You give a fuck less 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 give a
It's all about what's going on in your
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

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

But I'm straight that
Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
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 gonna swim in blood shed
the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

But it don't like that
Knock at door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your nugget
About seventeen and you're gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive my street
And stare at the folks who can't make meet
You don't 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, else
dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, else
I'ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya know J's kinda wicked
If a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye 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 nobody on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight town

Well, ya know I'm coming 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 got babies falling all out her ass

be running with 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