Luyện nghe bài hát No Singin/Misery

No
No singing at my funeral, I can't to see you break down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher all that rafa tazz,

Place me face down so you can and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, come back and haunt you kinda often.
But that bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people down at me,

It's kinda sad to see, so me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and people singin' sad songs,
did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
People as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be and not heard.

For those of you who know,
For of you who don't know,
For of you who don't know,
I hate sad songs, so no at my funeral.
He was so.. he was a child.

He was a child.

Why did he to go?
Well it's the ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it last long, tellin' y'all be strong.
on my back

I can see all the misery,
accompany,
I can you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who die
Please believe, so don't to me,
Just let me be and rest in peace.

It's like a one way to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a and I caught one.
For those of you who know,

I hate sad so no singing at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he play the game of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, I test shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get shit straight,
go think about me so they masturbate.

No at my funeral, to let you know,
dope hoe and never so so.
The black get's funky in the joint,
And the police at east point.
Young mutha ass rebel,

me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's nothing to fuck with,

And if you talkin' some shit, you betta quick.
'cause niggas still to be down,

a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your sick,
I light 'em up quick just a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.

But I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not blond or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
stains all on the rhythm for you punk,

Nigga die, when I the funk.
Suckas always me,
To put a gun to they and take them out they misery.

It ain't no off my back,
You'll get done white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to kill is like I know,

But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play dead and two to the forehead.
Nobody when they gonna go,
So if you go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you listen to me,
We all get something out of and that's a guarantee.
poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.