Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
me butt naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the lookin' down at me,

kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs 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 those of you who know,
For those of you who 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?
Well the same ole sad song,
I sing 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 hear you but I'm so don't sing to me.
Now you sing me a lullaby 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.

like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold and I caught one.
For those of you who know,

I hate sad songs so no at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta play the 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 singin' so get shit straight,
Bitches go about me so they 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 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 niggas still to be down,

a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your sick,
I light 'em up quick just like a 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 blue like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,

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

It ain't no off my back,
You'll get whether white 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.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
knows when they gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you know why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.