Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I 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 last long.
I can hear the preacher good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' my obituary.
Hush baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be 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 it's the ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it last long, tellin' y'all be strong.
Layin' on my

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

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

I sad songs so no singing 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, 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,
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 or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,

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

With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic to make your heart 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 or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,

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

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

But if you go you gotta 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 you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.