Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a on a clown
Sewer gutter 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 about the I got fucked
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news on that
You could give a fuck never thought less unless
happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't a fuck 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 don't you care about the dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, bodies 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 there as shit
I mean they tasted straight
a little mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
Look at you me go batty
don't be nothing like your daddy
'Cause nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his created this ghetto
They can deal with own creation
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

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

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

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 you ain't Jack
And stomp my boots on your nut

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

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

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