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 know I just cant claim so I neutral
pack me some and a fothamukin fo fo
pack a piece too often
end up another suckas guts hanging off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
reeping off the fits time in the penitentary
and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun his holsta
thinking he supposed to it at me
but now everybody a cop killa
just as bout' as much as a young
so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the in
all I heard is pop pop pop what Im
my body's licking blood I cant it
one time murdering a young
Im on the ground a 40 spilled on my chest
holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest
caught my niggaro's
you can burn that '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 know 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 rolling my dice pressing my luck
it with them fellas drinking 40's on the block
talking about what my dice will do when drop
all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam made everybody run
Im trying to run but I 'cause Im falling
my body's numb
I my mother calling
my heart stops but it dont like Im dead
and i here bullets cells in my head and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my worst start nightmare was now
and I even 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 victimized
in the place at the wrong time
my story was wrote the book read now I be laying here dead
but Ima to my funeral

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

(Brotha Hung)
10 O clock at the set Lynch
some nigga up in a mob wanted a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on some
and on that note he stuck a out the window
break yourself for that dank and cash
foo try to take my grip and then
Im what, heh
Im not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things cool
so up
Im not tripping off your gage up
even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he start loading me of them shells
there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as
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 house my nigga Shades you know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

thanks for acompaning me ont 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