Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I can't stand to see you down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that tazz,
Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of 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 some singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good 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 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 that mad song,
I say it last 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 lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
It's like a one way ticket to and I bought one,
for sale 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 gotta the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time 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 funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they can't 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 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 done white 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 they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you 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,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.