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 preacher preachin' all that tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and haunt you often.
But that bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people lookin' at me,
It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some and some people singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher good things about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they 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 of you who don't 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 it's the ole sad song,
I that 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 don't to me.
Now you wanna sing me a but you make 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.
It's like a one way ticket to hell and I one,
Nothing for but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't 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!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,

Niggas get lit up, when I 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,
Esham's dope hoe and so so.
The black get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you betta quick.
niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make 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 I'ma set all that aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get eyed.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, when I the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they misery.
It ain't no off my back,
You'll get whether white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a 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 gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you better 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.