Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

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

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

kinda sad to see, so take 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 preacher good things about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be 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?
Well it's the ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it last long, tellin' y'all 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 me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and rest 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 sad songs 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, I test shit up.
Ain't no so get that shit straight,
Bitches go about me so they 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 the police at east point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,

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

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

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

But I'ma set all that aside,
I'm not blond or blue eyed like Bonnie & 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 head and take them out they misery.

It ain't no off my back,
You'll get whether white 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 and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.