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.
Don't wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,

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

kinda 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 sayin' good things me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
little baby, don't 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 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, tellin' 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 another guy who die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.

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

I hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he play the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I shit up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think me so they masturbate.

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

Call me or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,

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

With a furobred, they fuck around.
It get enough to make your heart sick,
I 'em up quick just like a candle stick,
I'm not a so fuck 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.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the 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 ain't no off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
if I do a chump like you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only like I know,

But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
knows when 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 and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.