Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No at my funeral, I can't stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my face down.
Don't 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 it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, come 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.
as I look up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so 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' things 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 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?
Well it's the ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it won't long, tellin' y'all be strong.
Layin' on my
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 lullaby but you another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
It's like a one way ticket to and I bought one,
for sale but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't know,
I sad songs so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta play the of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,

get lit up, when I test shit up.
Ain't no 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 the police 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.
niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make heart sick,
I light 'em up just like 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 hair or blue eyed like & 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, when I the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they and take them out they misery.
It no sweat off my back,
You'll get whether white 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 go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.