Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing at My Funeral - 1994

No singing at my funeral, I can't to see you break down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all rafa tazz,
me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and haunt you 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 last long.
I can hear the preacher good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes it's to be seen 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?
Well the same ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it last 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 guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
It's a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a cold and I one.
For of you who don't 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 hoe and never so so.
The black devil get's in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they fuck around.
It get hectic to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just a candle stick,
I'm not a so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all that aside,
I'm not blond or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take 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 always me,
To put a gun to head 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,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only 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 gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.