Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a buck shot, me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a
Sewer blood runs through my system
Death by but I must 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 no where

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

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

Seventeen dead, else
Seventeen dead, anybody
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 in the bathroom
Dead fucks all the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on
And I there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just 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 dead 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 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 gotta wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging a telephone wire
All on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
Motherfucker don't be like your daddy
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his kind created ghetto
They can deal they own creation
Move out farther, suburb

But it don't work that
Knock at your door and it's me running bat
I'm a stick it to your nugget
About seventeen times and you're love it, motherfucker
down 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 were rich when they died, man
Take that to golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the dead

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

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya know J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, pick it
And flick it in eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my boots on 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 on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies all out her ass

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