Luyện nghe bài hát No Singing At My Funeral

No singing at my funeral, I can't stand to see you down,
So I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and haunt you often.
But that bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to it,
I make out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I up at the people lookin' down at me,
kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some people sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good about me,(Esham!)
cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, say a word,
Sometimes best to be seen and not heard.
For of you who don't know,
For those of you who know,
For those of you who know,
I sad songs, so no singing at my funeral.
He was so.. he was a child.
He was a child.
Why did he to go?
it's the same ole sad song,
I sing mad song,
I say it won't 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 sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll in peace.
like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a cold and I one.
For of you who don't know,
I hate sad songs so no at my funeral.
He was a boy,
Why he gotta play the of death.
He up!
Oh shit, he up!
a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I shit up.
no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think me so they masturbate.
No at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's hoe and never so so.
The black devil get's in the joint,
And the police at east point.
Young fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me or the black devil.
Esham's ain't to fuck with,
And if you talkin' shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your sick,
I 'em up quick just like a candle stick,
I'm not a so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the for you punk,
Nigga die, I drop the funk.
Suckas tellin' me,
To put a gun to head and take them out they misery.
It no sweat off my back,
You'll get done whether or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump you,
be up state.
Kill or not to is only like I know,
But if you go you gotta go.
no time for all that,
Play and take two to the forehead.
knows 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 life and a guarantee.
poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Life's a bitch, we guaranted to die.