Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

Place me down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
as I look up at the people lookin' down 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 songs long.
I can the preacher sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, 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 hate sad songs, so no at my funeral.
He was so.. he was a child.

He was a child.

Why did he to go?
it's the same ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it won't last long, tellin' 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 wanna sing me a lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
let me be and I'll rest in peace.

It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't 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, when I test up.
Ain't no so get that shit straight,
Bitches go about me so they masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's dope hoe and 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.
ain't nothing to fuck with,

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

With a furobred, they fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your 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 I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed like & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed.
Blood all on the rhythm for you punk,

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

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

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