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, me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all rafa tazz,

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

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

For those of you who 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?
it's the same 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 you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.

It's like a one way ticket to hell and I one,
for sale but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't 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!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
go think about me so they masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young fuckin' 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 still dyin' to be down,

a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic to make 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 blond hair or 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 always me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they misery.

It no sweat off my back,
get done whether 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 go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you 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,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.