Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

Place me down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you stop it.
Well as I look up at the people lookin' at me,

It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and people singin' 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 it's to be seen and not heard.

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

He was a child.

Why did he to go?
Well the same ole sad song,
I sing 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 you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who 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 sad songs so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta the game 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.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,

Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,

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

With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick like 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 blond hair or eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,

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

It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a like 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,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.