Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

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

It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some people sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
it's best to be seen and not heard.

For those of you who know,
For of you who don't 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?
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 me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.

It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a and I caught one.
For of you who don't 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 think about me so masturbate.

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

Call me 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, they fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make 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 blue eyed like & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood all on the rhythm for you punk,

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

It no sweat off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a like 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 dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.