Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No singing at my funeral, I stand to see you break down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and my black azz.
me butt naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and haunt you often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the lookin' 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 sayin' things about me,(Esham!)
People as they readin' my obituary.
Hush baby, don't say a word,
it's 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 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 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 wanna sing me a but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who 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 but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't 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!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,

get lit up, when I test shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
'cause still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic enough to your heart sick,
I 'em up quick 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, you'll get eyed.
stains all on the rhythm 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,
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 kill is only I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.