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 can't a frown on a clown
Sewer blood 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 stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no

And what about the time I got
I got shot in the throat, fuckin' sucked
But you news on that
You could a fuck 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 where you're from boy
So don't tell me I don't give a fuck
It's all what's going on in your head
Do or don't you about the seventeen dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah yeah
Well, ya know J's kinda wicked
If a booger in my nose, I'ma pick it
And flick it in eye like you ain't Jack
And my boots on your nut sack

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
You don't so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a clown
I got boys down river straight hick

Well, ya know I'm coming from the trailor park
That's me out working 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 the carnival until I'm eighty
'Cause they know I'm out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the gritty
But I ain't saying shit a wooden titty