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, place me in my face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that tazz,
me face down 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 back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some people sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' my obituary.
little baby, don't 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 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 the same 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 sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so 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 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,
get lit up, when I test shit up.
Ain't no so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's dope hoe and so so.
The black get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause 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 convict so 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, get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,
die, when I drop the funk.
Suckas always me,
To put a gun to they head and them 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 is only 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 when they 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.