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, shot me
But you know you can't paint a on a clown
Sewer gutter blood through my system
stopped by but I must have just 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 shot in the throat, sucked
But you news wouldn't on
You could give a fuck never thought less unless
Something happened in suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin'
I don't a fuck where you're from boy
So don't me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

I up next to a dead body
it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
'Cause there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead all over the grass
I'm a kick in they dead ass
Quick to make a on Jefferson
And I there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is mother a soggy ho?
I like to Faygo, out from the Scotties
But one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

But I'm straight with
don't be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears from every fucking day
I gotta wonder if do
Should I burn the rebel 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
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

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

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a wire
All seventeen on
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
at you makes me go batty
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
'Cause he's but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this
They can with they own creation
out farther, suburb vacation

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't think so, I'll put a 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 trailor
That's me out front working on the
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 they know I'm going out the fat lady
I the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't shit about a wooden titty