Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
in the dark 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 stay
pack me some and a fothamukin fo fo
pack a piece too often
end up having another 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 outta his
thinking he supposed to it at me
but now everybody loves a cop
just as as much as a young capila
so what I did is my nine but before I put the clip in
all I heard is pop pop pop what Im
my body's licking blood I cant it
one time murdering a alcoholic
Im on the with a 40 spilled on my chest
bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof
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 what you got to do
can you
why dont you
can you

(T.M. Shades)
I cant believe that I got I thought I ducked
I was just my dice pressing my luck
kicking it with them fellas 40's on the block
talking about what my dice will do when drop
then all of the sudden dam I saw a gun
after I heard the bam that everybody run
Im to run but I aint 'cause Im falling
my body's getting
I hear my calling
my heart stops but it feel 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 didnt even get me a chance to say bye to my mommy
ambulance my body
put me in the truck the door stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a case closed
inocent victim victimized
in the wrong place at the wrong
my story was wrote the book read now I might be here dead
but Ima walk to my

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

(Brotha Hung)
10 O at the set Lynch crept
some nigga rolled up in a mob a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on indo
and on note he stuck a gage 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 gage what up
aint even packing you the brotha 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 in my body and Im trying to walk
grave straight called me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my 1996
and I got but Im gonna to my funeral

in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya

(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