Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No singing at my funeral, I can't stand to see you down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that tazz,
Place me down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of place so you stop it.
Well as I look up at the people lookin' at me,
kinda 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 sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
Hush baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be and not heard.
For of you who don't know,
For those of you who 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 the same ole sad song,
I sing 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 dead so don't to me.
Now you wanna sing me a but you make 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 hell and I one,
Nothing for sale but a 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,

Niggas get lit up, when I shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get that 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 at east point.
mutha 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 niggas dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get enough 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 I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & 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, I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they and take them out they misery.
It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
if I do a chump like you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is only I know,
But if you gotta go you 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 and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.