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 face down.
wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes best to be seen and not heard.
For those of you who know,
For those of you who 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?
it's the same ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it last 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 don't to me.
Now you sing me a lullaby but you make another 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 hell and I one,
Nothing for sale but a 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!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, I test shit 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 hoe and never so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just 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 hair or blue 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.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and them out they misery.
It no sweat 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 kill is like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
knows when they gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta 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,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.