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 buck shot, me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a
Sewer blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just him
Am I in a southwest street
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

And what about the I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you wouldn't on that
You could give a fuck less thought less unless
happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I give a fuck where 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 care about the dead

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

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

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 stiff in the
Dead fucks all the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead

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

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

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

Yeah, dead man
They so bad
I they're all over in the
an' shi, ya know
But they be fuckin' with you
They just lay dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda
With a mustard, man
Yeah, worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go
don't be nothing 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 like
Knock at your door and it's me slug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin'
About seventeen times and gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive my street
And stare at the folks who can't make meet
You know now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were when they died, man
that to your golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's 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 and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
I got boys down river straight hick

Well, ya know I'm coming 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 running with the carnival I'm eighty
'Cause know I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying about a wooden titty