Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I can't to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin 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 make it a coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and you kinda often.
But tell bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they my obituary.
little baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes it's to be seen and not heard.
For those of you who 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?
it's the same ole sad song,
I that 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 you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you another cry,
And I'm just guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't to me,
let me be and I'll rest 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 so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
Up's a daisy, for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, I test shit up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go 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.
mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get enough to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just 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 blond hair or blue eyed 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,
die, when I drop the funk.
Suckas always me,
To put a gun to head 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 is only like I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
knows when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta 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,
a bitch, because we guaranted to die.