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
know I just cant claim so I stay neutral
pack me some ammo and a 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 creep I peep mista with the gun outta his holsta
thinking he 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 is pop pop pop what Im tripping
my licking blood I cant call it
one murdering a young alcoholic
Im on the with a 40 spilled on my chest
bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof
caught my niggaro's
you can burn that hearse 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 cant believe that I got shot I thought I
I was just my dice pressing my luck
kicking it them fellas drinking 40's on the block
talking about what my will do when they drop
then all of the dam I think saw a gun
I heard the bam that made everybody run
Im trying to run but I aint Im falling
my body's getting
I hear my mother
my heart stops but it feel like Im dead
and i here bullets buring cells in my head and now Im seeing black and surprised
my worst start nightmare was now
and I even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy
covering 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 read now I might be laying here dead
but Ima walk to my

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

(Brotha Hung)
10 O at the set Lynch crept
nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on indo
and on that note he stuck a gage out the
yourself for that dank and your 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 what up
aint even you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he start loading me of them shells
there no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my body and Im trying to
yard straight called me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my 1996
and I got but Im gonna strike to my

in the mothafucking 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