Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
creeping in the with a nine and a four O
5 O 12 O clock so I slow duece fo
homies I just cant claim so I stay neutral
pack me some ammo and a fo fo
cant a piece too often
end up having another guts hanging off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
off the fits doing time in the penitentary
and as I I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta
he supposed to point it at me
but now everybody a cop killa
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 with a 40 spilled on my chest
bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet vest
slipping my niggaro's
you can burn that hearse 'cause Ima to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you
can you it
you what 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 believe that I got I thought I ducked
I was just rolling my dice my luck
kicking it with fellas drinking 40's on the block
about what my dice will do when they drop
then all of the dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam that made run
Im trying to run but I 'cause Im falling
my getting numb
I hear my mother
my heart stops but it dont feel like Im
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
covering my body
put me in the truck the door stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a drawer case
another inocent victim
in the place at the wrong time
my story was wrote the book read now I might be laying here
but Ima walk to my

(Mia Bruce)
can you
I want to know why you just listen to me
why dont you 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 on some indo
and on that note he stuck a gage out the
break for that dank and your cash
foo try to take my grip and mash
Im what, heh
Im not out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things real cool
so up
Im not off your gage what up
aint packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he start loading me full of shells
there no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my and Im trying to walk
grave yard straight called me Im off a nerve shock
and on my 1996
and I got but Im strike to my funeral

yeah in the mothafucking my nigga Shades you know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

we gonna do some ya know in the 96 ya know

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