Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just 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 no where

And what about the time I got
When I got shot in the throat, fuckin'
But you wouldn't on that
You give a fuck less never thought less unless
Something happened in suburbs
I'm a cut daddy's 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 what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventeen bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All on fire
up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, a deep breath
Look at you me go batty
don't be nothing like your daddy
'Cause he's nothing but a hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
They can deal with they own
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 your fuckin'
seventeen times and you're gonna love it, motherfucker
Drive down my
And stare at the folks who can't make end's
You don't know now but the plan
Most people in Hell were when they died, man
Take to your golden bed
'Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the dead

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know J's kinda wicked
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 think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't flex on a nutty clown
I got boys river straight hick town

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

be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm going out the fat lady
I strip the bitch to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden