Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and my black azz.
me butt naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta 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 cryin' as readin' 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 those of you who 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 long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back
I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so don't to me.
Now you wanna me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.
It's like a one way ticket to hell and I one,
for sale but a cold 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 play the game 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 so get that shit straight,
Bitches go about me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The devil get's funky in the joint,
And the police 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 fuck around.
It get enough to make your heart sick,
I 'em up quick just like a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all that aside,
I'm not blond 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,
die, when I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take out they misery.
It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
if I do a chump like you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is like I know,
But if you gotta go you go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody knows they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I you betta not know.
I think you listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
Whether or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.