Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
creeping in the dark a nine and a four O
5 O 12 O so I creep slow duece fo
homies I just cant claim so I stay neutral
pack me ammo and a fothamukin fo fo
pack a piece too often
end up having another suckas hanging off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
reeping off the fits doing in the penitentary
and as I creep I mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta
he supposed to point it at me
but now everybody a cop killa
as bout' as much as a young capila
so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the 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 with a 40 spilled on my
bullet holes and it supposed to bullet proof vest
caught my niggaro's
you can that hearse 'cause Ima walk to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you
can you it
you what you got to do
can you
why you take
you know you got to do
can you
why dont you
can you

(T.M. Shades)
I cant believe that I got shot I thought I
I was just rolling my dice pressing my
kicking it with them fellas drinking 40's on the
talking about what my dice will do they drop
then all of the dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam that made run
Im trying to run but I aint 'cause Im
my body's getting
I hear my mother
my heart stops but it dont feel like Im
and i here bullets buring cells in my head and now Im seeing black puzzled and
my worst start was now realitized
and I didnt even get me a chance to say good bye to my
covering my body
put me in the truck the door stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a case closed
another inocent victim
in the wrong place at the time
my story was wrote the book read now I 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 crept
some nigga rolled up in a mob a cigarette
now Im smoking on some indo
and on note he stuck a gage out the window
break yourself for dank 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 gage what up
even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut
so bust he start me full of them shells
there no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell
6 holes in my and Im trying to walk
grave yard straight me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my 1996
and I got but Im gonna to my funeral

yeah in the 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