Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me naked but don't make it a closed 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 so you oughta stop 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 about me,(Esham!)
People as they readin' my obituary.
Hush 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 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.
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 sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.

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

I hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he play 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 singin' so get that straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's dope hoe and so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,

me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's nothing to fuck with,

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

With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your sick,
I light 'em up 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 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, 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 chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is only 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,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.