Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No at my funeral, I can't stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my face down.
Don't wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and 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 that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can hear the sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People 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 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 long, tellin' y'all be strong.
Layin' on my
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 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 sale but a cold and I one.
For those of you who 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,

Niggas get lit up, I test 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 black get's funky in the joint,
And the police at east point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,
a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all that aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue 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 them out they misery.
It no sweat 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 kill is like I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you know why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.