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 face down.
Don't wanna no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll back and haunt you kinda often.
But that 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 lookin' at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush 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 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.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and 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 those of you who 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.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
go think about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And the police at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you duck quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to your heart 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 I'ma set all that 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 stains all on the 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 whether white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a like 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.
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 and that's a guarantee.
poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.