Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No singing at my funeral, I stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my face down.
Don't wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can and kiss my black azz.
me butt naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can the preacher sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' my obituary.
little baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes best to be seen 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 won't long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so don't to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold 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 gotta play the 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 singin' so get shit straight,
Bitches go think 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 fuck the police at point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you betta quick.
niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up just like a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But set all that shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed Bonnie & Clyde.
take 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.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to head and take them out they misery.
It no sweat 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 like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you go, I guess 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, we guaranted to die.