Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

No
No singing at my funeral, I can't 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 kiss my azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't make it a coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,

It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and people singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' 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 of you who don't 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?
Well it's the ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it won't last long, y'all be strong.
Layin' on my

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

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

I sad songs 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, 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 dope hoe and so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,

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

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

With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get enough to make your 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 that aside,
I'm not hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,

Nigga die, I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they and take them out they 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 kill is only I know,

But if you gotta go you 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 guess you not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.