Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No at my funeral, I can't stand to see you break down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can and kiss my black azz.
Leave me naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
as I look up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes it's to be seen and not heard.
For of you who don't 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 that mad song,
I say it last long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so don't to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll 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 songs so no 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 shit up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The black devil get's in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you some shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they fuck around.
It get hectic to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just like a 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.
Blood all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, I drop the funk.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and them out they misery.
It ain't no 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 is only like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
Ain't no for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.