Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

Place me face so you can walk 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 haunt you often.
But that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I faces 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 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 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 of you who don't 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 last long, tellin' be strong.
Layin' on my

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 another 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 cold and I one.
For of you who don't know,

I hate sad songs so no 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 shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get that straight,
Bitches go think me so they masturbate.

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

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

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

With a furobred, they fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make 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 hair or blue eyed Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock 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 no sweat off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only like I know,

But if you gotta go you go.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take 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 something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.