Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt 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 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 hear some hummin' and some singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good things me,(Esham!)
cryin' 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 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?
it's the same ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it won't last long, tellin' be strong.
Layin' on my

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

It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a 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 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 dope hoe and so so.
The black devil get's in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,

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

And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
niggas still dyin' to be down,

With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic enough to make your sick,
I 'em up quick just 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 eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take 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, when I the funk.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to head and take 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 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 knows when they go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.