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 cant 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 supposed to it at me
but now loves a cop killa
as bout' as much as a young capila
so I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip in
all I heard is pop pop pop what Im
my body's licking I cant call it
one murdering a young alcoholic
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 that hearse 'cause Ima walk 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 dont you
can you

(T.M. Shades)
I cant that I got shot I thought I ducked
I was just my dice pressing my luck
kicking it with them fellas drinking on the block
talking about what my dice will do they drop
then all of the dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam made 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 Im dead
and i here bullets buring cells in my head and now Im black puzzled and surprised
my worst start 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 victim victimized
in the wrong at the wrong time
my story was wrote the book read now I might be here dead
but Ima walk to my

(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 crept
some nigga rolled up in a mob a cigarette
nuttining now Im on some indo
and on that he stuck a gage out the window
break yourself for dank and your cash
foo try to take my grip and mash
Im what, heh
Im not going out foo I out my ol school and swing my things real cool
so up
Im not tripping off your gage up
aint even 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 to walk
grave straight called me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my tombstone
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 damage ya know in the 96 ya know

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