Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
creeping in the dark a nine and a four O
5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow fo
homies know I just cant claim so I neutral
pack me some ammo and a fo fo
cant pack a piece too
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 the gun outta his holsta
thinking he to point it at me
but now everybody loves a cop
just as bout' as much as a young
so what I did is grabe my nine but I put the clip in
all I is pop pop pop what Im tripping
my body's licking blood I cant it
one murdering a young alcoholic
Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my
holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest
caught my niggaro's
you can burn that hearse 'cause Ima walk to my

(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 believe that I got I thought I ducked
I was just rolling my pressing my luck
kicking it with them fellas 40's on the block
about what my dice will do when they drop
then all of the sudden dam I saw a gun
after I heard the bam that made run
Im trying to run but I aint 'cause Im
my body's numb
I hear my mother
my heart stops but it dont feel Im dead
and i here bullets buring in my head and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my worst nightmare was now realitized
and I didnt even get me a chance to say 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 closed
inocent victim victimized
in the wrong place at the time
my story was wrote the read now I might be laying here dead
but Ima to my funeral

(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 clock at the set Lynch
some nigga rolled up in a mob a cigarette
now Im smoking on some indo
and on that note he stuck a gage out the
break yourself for that and your cash
foo try to my grip and then mash
Im what, heh
Im not going out foo I bust out my ol and swing my things real cool
so up
Im not tripping off your what up
even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so he start loading me full of them shells
wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my body and Im to walk
grave yard straight called me Im living off a shock
and on my tombstone
and I got but Im gonna to my funeral

yeah in the mothafucking my nigga Shades you know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

thanks for acompaning me ont this ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

we do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know

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