Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs 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 wouldn't no

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

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

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

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

But I'm straight with
Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears from eyes fucking day
I wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and too
I do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they shed
the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you Jack
And stomp my on your nut sack

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight hick

Well, ya know I'm straight from the trailor park
That's me out working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I cut the grass
And my woman's got babies 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 gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden