Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

No
No singing at my funeral, I can't to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin down.
Don't hear no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,

Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come and haunt you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the lookin' down at me,

kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some people sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
little baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes best to be seen and not heard.

For those of you who know,
For those of you who know,
For of you who don't know,
I sad songs, so no singing at my funeral.
He was so.. he was a child.

He was a child.

Why did he to go?
Well it's the ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it won't last long, y'all be strong.
on my back

I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so don't to me.
Now you sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.

It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
for sale but a cold and I caught one.
For those of you who know,

I hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta play the of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The black devil funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,

Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,

And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,

With a furobred, they fuck around.
It get hectic enough to your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.

But set all that shit aside,
I'm not hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,

Nigga die, I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they and take them out they misery.

It no sweat off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is like I know,

But if you gotta go you go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.