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 coffin down.
Don't wanna hear no preachin' all that rafa tazz,

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

It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' things about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be 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 long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back

I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna 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 rest in peace.

It's 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!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, I test shit up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The black devil funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,

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

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

With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to your heart 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 set all that shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,

die, when 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.
Ain't no for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
knows when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.