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 hear no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face 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 and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good things me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
Hush baby, don't say a word,
it's best to be seen and not heard.
For of you who don't know,
For those of you who know,
For of you who don't 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 sing 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 dead so sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a but you make another cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
let me be and I'll rest in peace.
It's like a one way ticket to and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold and I caught one.
For of you who don't know,
I hate sad 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, I test shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The black devil funky in the joint,
And the police at east point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
'cause still dyin' to be down,
a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just like a stick,
I'm not a so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But set all that shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed like & Clyde.
I'ma 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, I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to head and take them out they misery.
It no sweat off my back,
You'll get done white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
if I do a chump like you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you 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.