Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

Why must my visions be so
The truth, the truth, I've got to do

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a
Sewer gutter blood through my system
Death stopped by but I 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 in the eye and you wouldn't no where

And about the time I got fucked
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' 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 daddy's neck, you little nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're boy
So don't me 'cause I don't give a fuck
all about what's going on in your head
Do or you care about the seventeen dead

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

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

I woke up next to a dead
Roll it out the way and out of bed
Strap on my and step out my room
somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff shotgun
Am I just things? No, is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into bodies

But I'm straight with
Just be leaving your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I drop seventeen tears from eyes fucking day
I gotta if they 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 in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen

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

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

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

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

But it don't work like
at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your nugget
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 now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell 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
dead, anybody else
I'ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen

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

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

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

yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't
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
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river hick town

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

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