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 buck shot, shot me
But you know you can't paint a frown on a
Sewer gutter blood runs my system
Death stopped by but I must have missed him
Am I in a southwest gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you no where

And what the time I got fucked
When I got in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you wouldn't on that
You could a fuck less never thought less unless
Something happened in 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 me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

I woke up to a dead body
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 fucks all the grass
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding
Am I just seeing things? No, is 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 straight with
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an'
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I drop seventeen tears from 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 motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda
If there's a in my nose, I'ma pick it
And it in your eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my boots on 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 flex on a 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 babies all out her ass

I'll be running the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the gritty
But I ain't saying shit a wooden titty