Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, pick it
And flick it in your eye like you Jack
And stomp my on your nut sack

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

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor
me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I cut the grass
And my woman's got falling all out her ass

I'll be running with the carnival I'm eighty
they 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