Luyện nghe bài hát 17 Dead

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

I got with a buck shot, shot me down
But you you can't 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 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 news on that
You could a fuck less never thought less unless
Something in your suburbs
I'm a cut your neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a 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 your
Do or don't you care about the dead

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

dead, anybody else
Seventeen dead, anybody
dead, anybody else
You give a fuck 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 and step out my room
'Cause somehow there's another in the bathroom
Dead all over the grass
I'm a somebody in they dead ass
Quick to a left on Jefferson
And I noticed another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No, is your mother a ho?
I like to Faygo, out from the Scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned dead bodies

But I'm straight 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 gotta wonder if 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
Seventeen dead, else
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

dead bodies hanging from a telephone 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 be nothing like your daddy
he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind this ghetto
can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, vacation

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose, pick it
And it in your eye like you ain't Jack
And stomp my on your nut sack

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 straight hick

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor
That's me out front 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 with the carnival until I'm eighty
they know I'm going out with the fat lady
I the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I saying shit about a wooden titty