Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I can't stand to see you down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that tazz,
Place me face 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 bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make faces out of place so you stop it.
Well as I look up at the people down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can the preacher sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as readin' 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?
it's the same ole sad song,
I that mad song,
I say it won't last long, 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 but you make another cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a and I caught one.
For those of you who know,
I hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta play the 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,
go think about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's dope hoe and so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the at east point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck 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 make your sick,
I light 'em up just like a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
stains 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 them out 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 like you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna 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,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.