Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
creeping in the dark with a nine and a O
5 O 12 O clock so I creep duece fo
homies know I just cant claim so I neutral
me some ammo and a fothamukin fo fo
cant pack a piece too
end up having suckas guts hanging off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
off the fits doing time in the penitentary
and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his
thinking he to point it at me
but now everybody loves a cop
just as as much as a young capila
so what I did is grabe my nine but I put the clip in
all I is pop pop pop what Im tripping
my body's licking blood I call it
one time murdering a young
Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my
bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet vest
caught my niggaro's
you can burn that hearse 'cause Ima to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you
can you it
you know you got to do
can you
why dont you
you know you got to do
can you
why you take
can you

(T.M. Shades)
I cant that I got shot I thought I ducked
I was rolling my dice pressing my luck
kicking it with them fellas drinking on the block
talking about what my dice will do when drop
then all of the sudden dam I saw a gun
I heard the bam that made everybody run
Im to run but I aint 'cause Im falling
my body's numb
I hear my mother
my stops but it dont feel like Im dead
and i bullets buring cells in my head and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my worst start was now realitized
and I didnt even get me a chance to say bye to my mommy
ambulance my body
put me in the truck closed the stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a drawer case
another victim victimized
in the place at the wrong time
my was wrote the book read now I might be laying here dead
but Ima walk to my

(Mia Bruce)
can you
I to know why dont you just listen to me
why you listen to me
can you

(Brotha Hung)
10 O clock at the set Lynch
some nigga rolled up in a mob a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on indo
and on that note he a gage out the window
yourself for that dank and your cash
foo try to my grip and then mash
Im what, heh
Im not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things cool
so up
Im not off your gage what up
even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he start loading me full of shells
there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as
6 holes in my body and Im trying to
grave yard straight called me Im living off a shock
and on my 1996
and I got but Im gonna to my funeral

yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

we gonna do some damage ya in the 96 ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you
can you me
can you me