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 runs through my
Death by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my nuts hang?
But do you
I got stabbed in the eye and you no where

And what about the I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you news wouldn't on
You could give a fuck less never thought unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little 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 going on in your
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

I woke up next to a body
Roll it out the way and out of bed
on my kicks and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another stiff in the
Dead fucks all over the
I'm a kick somebody in dead ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's stiff 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 bodies

But I'm with that
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an'
Wait a minute, wait, get your on straight
I drop seventeen from eyes 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 those gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna in they blood shed
the seventeen 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, else
You could give a less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend his erection

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm and I'm in the house
You think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight the trailor park
That's me out front on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the
And my woman's got falling all out her ass

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