Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I can't stand to see you down,
So when I die, place me in my face down.
Don't wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't make it a coffin,
if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta it.
as I look up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and people singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good things 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 those of you who know,
For those of you who 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?
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 you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so sing to me,
let me be and I'll rest in peace.
It's like a one way to hell and I bought 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!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I test up.
Ain't no so get that shit straight,
go think about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The black get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's nothing to fuck with,
And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause still dyin' to be down,
a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get enough to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just like a stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all that 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.
Blood all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, I drop the funk.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they and take 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 like you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is only I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
Ain't no for all that,
dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you better to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.