Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got shot with a shot, shot me down
But you know you paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter runs through my system
stopped by but I must 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
When I got shot in the throat, sucked
But you news on that
You give a fuck less never thought less unless
Something happened in your
I'm a cut daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't a fuck
It's all about going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

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

I woke up next to a dead
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 in they dead ass
to make 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 straight that
Just don't be your guts in my car an' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
I seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta if they do
I burn 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 gonna swim in they shed
Justi-justify the dead

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

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

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

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

But it don't work that
Knock at your door and it's me running 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 can't make meet
You don't now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell rich when they died, man
Take that to your bed
'Cause cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know Violent J's 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 Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm straight from the trailor park
That's me out front working on the
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 until I'm
'Cause know I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden