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 wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't make it a coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people down at me,
It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher good things about me,(Esham!)
People as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes it's to be seen and not heard.
For of you who don't 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 sing mad song,
I say it won't last long, tellin' 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 sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't 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 hate sad songs so no 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, when I test up.
Ain't no singin' so get that straight,
go think about 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 fuck the at east point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,
And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic enough to make your 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 set all that shit aside,
I'm not hair or blue 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.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they 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 is only like I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.