Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No at my funeral, I can't stand to see you break down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my azz.
Leave me butt but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the lookin' down 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 preacher sayin' good things me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, 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 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?
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 so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
It's a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a 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 gotta 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 that straight,
go think about 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 nothing to with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
niggas 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 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 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, I drop the funk.
Suckas always me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they misery.
It ain't no off my back,
get done whether white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.