Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No singing at my funeral, I can't to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin 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, come back and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta 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 hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good things 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 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 last long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
It's a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
for sale but a cold and I caught one.
For those of you who know,
I hate sad songs so no at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he play 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 about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The black get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's nothing to fuck with,
And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas dyin' to be down,
a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make heart sick,
I 'em up quick just 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 eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,
Nigga die, when I the funk.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take them out misery.
It ain't no off my back,
get done 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 like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you listen to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.