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 creep duece fo
homies know I just claim so I stay neutral
pack me some ammo and a fo fo
cant pack a too often
end up having another suckas guts off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
reeping off the doing time in the penitentary
and as I creep I peep mista locsta the gun outta his holsta
thinking he to point it at me
but now everybody a cop killa
just as bout' as as a young capila
so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the in
all I is pop pop pop what Im tripping
my licking blood I cant call it
one time murdering a alcoholic
Im on the with a 40 spilled on my chest
holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest
caught my niggaro's
you can that hearse 'cause Ima walk to my funeral

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

(T.M. Shades)
I believe that I got shot I thought I ducked
I was just my dice pressing my luck
kicking it with them drinking 40's on the block
talking what my dice will do when they drop
all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam that everybody run
Im to run but I aint 'cause Im falling
my getting numb
I my mother calling
my heart stops but it dont feel like Im
and i here bullets buring cells in my and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my worst nightmare was now realitized
and I didnt get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy
ambulance my body
put me in the truck closed the door a tag on my toe
and put me in a drawer case
another inocent victim
in the wrong place at the time
my story was wrote the book read now I be laying here dead
but Ima to my funeral

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

(Brotha Hung)
10 O clock at the set Lynch
nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on some
and on that note he stuck a gage out the
yourself for that dank and your cash
foo try to take my and then mash
Im what, heh
Im not going out foo I bust out my ol and swing my things real cool
so up
Im not tripping off your what up
aint even packing you the brotha the gage at my gut
so he start loading me full of them shells
wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my body and Im to walk
yard straight called me Im living off a nerve 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

thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

we gonna do damage ya know in the 96 ya know

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