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 hear no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and 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 people down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the preacher good 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 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?
it's the same ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it last long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a cold and I one.
For those of you who know,
I sad songs so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time for me to get up,

Niggas get lit up, when I shit up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The black devil funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you betta quick.
'cause still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get enough to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just like a 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 blond or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,
Nigga die, when I the funk.
Suckas always me,
To put a gun to they head and them 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 chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is like I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
knows when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.