Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
in the dark with a nine and a four O
5 O 12 O so I creep slow duece fo
homies know I just cant claim so I neutral
pack me some and a fothamukin 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 loves a cop killa
as bout' as much as a young capila
so what I did is grabe my nine but I put the clip in
all I heard is pop pop pop what Im
my body's licking I cant call it
one time a young alcoholic
Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my
bullet holes and it supposed to work proof vest
caught slipping my
you can burn 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 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 them fellas drinking 40's on the
talking about what my dice will do they drop
all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam that made run
Im trying to run but I aint Im falling
my getting numb
I my mother calling
my heart stops but it dont feel like Im
and i here bullets cells in my head and now Im seeing 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 the door stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a drawer case
another inocent victimized
in the wrong at the wrong time
my story was wrote the book read now I might be laying here
but Ima to my funeral

(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 crept
some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a
now Im smoking on some indo
and on that note he a gage out the window
break yourself for that dank and your
foo try to take my grip and then
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 me full of them shells
there no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my body and Im trying to
grave yard called me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my 1996
and I got but Im gonna strike to my

yeah in the mothafucking house my Shades you know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

thanks for acompaning me ont this 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