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 shot, shot me down
But you know you can't a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my
Death stopped by but I must just missed him
Am I in a street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

And about the time I got fucked
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news on that
You could give a fuck less thought less unless
happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin'
I don't give a fuck you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I give a fuck
It's all about what's on in your head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it don't work 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 down my
And stare at the who can't make end's meet
You don't now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were when they died, man
Take that to your bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya know J's kinda wicked
If a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And it in your eye like you ain't Jack
And my boots on your nut sack

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

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the park
That's me out front working on the
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
And my woman's got falling all out her ass

I'll be with the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause know I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty
But I ain't saying about a wooden titty