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 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 come back and 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 look up at the people lookin' at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
it's best to be seen and not heard.
For of you who don't know,
For those of you who know,
For those of you who 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 last 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 lullaby but you make cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't 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 sale but a cold and I one.
For those of you who know,
I hate sad songs so no at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, I test shit up.
Ain't no so get that shit straight,
go think about me so they 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 at east point.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
niggas still dyin' 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 so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take 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.
always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they and take 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 chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I you better listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.