Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No at my funeral, I can't stand to see you break down,
So when I die, me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all rafa tazz,
Place me down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people lookin' at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
it's best 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?
it's the same ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it won't last long, tellin' 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 lullaby but you another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so sing 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 those of you who 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!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I test up.
no singin' so get that shit 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 devil get's in the joint,
And the police 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.
'cause niggas dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they can't 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 eyed Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, I drop the funk.
Suckas always me,
To put a gun to they head and take them out misery.
It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a like 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 and take 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 and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.