Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

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

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

For of you who don't know,
For of you who don't know,
For those of you who 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 sing mad song,
I say it last long, tellin' 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 guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.

It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a and I caught one.
For those of you who know,

I hate sad songs so no 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, I test shit up.
Ain't no so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The black devil get's in the joint,
And the police at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,

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

And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas dyin' to be down,

a furobred, they can't 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 I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not blond or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,

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

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

But if you gotta go you go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.