Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher all that rafa tazz,
Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,
kinda sad to see, so take 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 good things about me,(Esham!)
People as they readin' my obituary.
little baby, don't 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 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 last long, 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 sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a cold and I 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!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,
get lit up, when I test shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get that 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 get's in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's 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 enough to make 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 or blue eyed 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,
get done 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.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you 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,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.