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 coffin down.
Don't wanna hear no preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and haunt you often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of so you oughta stop it.
as I look 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 singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
Hush 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 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 that 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 so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
It's a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for but a cold 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 play the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I 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 dope hoe and so so.
The black devil get's in the joint,
And the police at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,
With a furobred, they can't around.
It get hectic enough to 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 set all that shit aside,
I'm not hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they misery.
It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is only I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and 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 poor or rich, you know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.