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 hear no preacher preachin' all rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt but don't make it a closed coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of place so you stop 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,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' my obituary.
little baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be and not heard.
For those of you who 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 hear you but I'm so don't sing to me.
Now you sing me a lullaby 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.
like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't know,
I sad songs so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta play the of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,

Niggas get lit up, when I test up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The black devil funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
'cause niggas dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they 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 I'ma set all shit 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, when I the funk.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and 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 kill is like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody knows they 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 poor or rich, you know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.