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.
wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,

Place me face down so you can walk and my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't 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.
Well as I look up at the 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 sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, 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 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.
on my back

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

It's like a one way ticket to and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't know,

I hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta 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 test 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 the police at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,

Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,

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

With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic enough to your heart sick,
I light 'em up just like a candle stick,
I'm not a so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.

But set all that 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.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,

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

It no sweat 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 only I know,

But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows they gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.