Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No singing at my funeral, I stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my face down.
Don't wanna hear no preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't make it a coffin,
'cause if you do, come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta it.
as I look up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can the preacher sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
little baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be and not heard.
For of you who don't know,
For of you who don't 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 won't long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a 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 hell and I one,
Nothing for sale but a and I caught one.
For those of you who know,
I hate sad songs so no 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, when I 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,
dope hoe and never so so.
The black get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
me unholy or the black 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 so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But set all that shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed 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.
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 whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
if I do a chump like 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.
Nobody knows when they 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.