Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
creeping in the dark with a and a four O
5 O 12 O clock so I slow duece fo
homies know I cant claim so I stay neutral
pack me ammo and a fothamukin fo fo
pack a piece too often
end up having suckas guts hanging 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 with the gun outta his
thinking he supposed to it at me
but now loves a cop killa
as bout' 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 licking blood I cant call it
one time murdering a young
Im on the ground a 40 spilled on my chest
bullet holes and it supposed to bullet proof vest
slipping 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 dice pressing my
kicking it with them fellas drinking 40's on the
talking what my dice 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 numb
I my mother calling
my heart stops but it dont like Im dead
and i here buring cells in my head and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my start nightmare was now realitized
and I didnt even get me a chance to say 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 closed
another victim victimized
in the wrong place at the wrong
my story was the book read now I might be laying here dead
but Ima to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you
I want to know why you just 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
now Im smoking on some indo
and on that note he stuck a out the window
yourself for that dank and your cash
foo try to take my and then mash
Im what, heh
Im not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my real cool
so up
Im not tripping off your gage up
even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he loading me full of them shells
there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as
6 holes in my and Im trying to walk
grave yard straight called me Im living off a nerve
and on my tombstone
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 me ont this mothafucka ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you me

we gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya

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