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 face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher all that rafa tazz,
Place me face 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 back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta it.
Well as I look up at the people 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!)
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 those of you who know,
For of you who don't 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 sing mad song,
I say it won't last long, 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 another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
like 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 hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he play the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time 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 black devil funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick 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.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, I drop the funk.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they misery.
It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done 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.
no time for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.