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 no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the lookin' down at me,
kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some and some 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 best to be 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 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 the same ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it won't long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
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 another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
for sale 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 test up.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so 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.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause still dyin' to be down,
a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your sick,
I light 'em up just like a candle stick,
I'm not a so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But set all that shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed like & 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.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to head and take them out they misery.
It no sweat off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
if I do a chump 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 gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and a guarantee.
poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, because we to die.