Luyện nghe bài hát Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Hung)
creeping in the dark with a nine and a O
5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow fo
homies know I just cant so I stay neutral
pack me some and a fothamukin fo fo
cant pack a piece too
end up having suckas guts hanging off
and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
reeping off the fits doing time in the
and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun his holsta
thinking he supposed to it at me
but now everybody a cop killa
just as bout' as 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 Im tripping
my body's blood I cant call it
one time murdering a alcoholic
Im on the ground with a 40 on my chest
bullet holes and it supposed to work proof vest
slipping my niggaro's
you can burn that 'cause Ima walk to my funeral

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

(T.M. Shades)
I believe that I got shot I thought I ducked
I was just rolling my dice my luck
kicking it with them drinking 40's on the block
talking about what my dice will do they drop
all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun
after I heard the bam that everybody run
Im to run but I aint 'cause Im falling
my getting numb
I hear my mother
my heart but it dont feel like Im dead
and i here bullets buring cells in my and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised
my worst start nightmare was now
and I even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy
covering my body
put me in the closed the door stuck a tag on my toe
and put me in a drawer case
another victim victimized
in the wrong at the wrong time
my was wrote the book read now I might be laying here dead
but Ima to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you
I to know why dont you just listen to me
why you listen to me
can you

(Brotha Hung)
10 O clock at the set crept
some nigga up in a mob wanted a cigarette
nuttining now Im smoking on indo
and on note he stuck a gage out the window
yourself for that 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 off your gage what up
aint even packing you the brotha with the at my gut
so bust he start me full of them shells
there wasnt no way I was dropping Im as hell
6 holes in my and Im trying to walk
grave yard straight me Im living off a nerve shock
and on my tombstone
and I got but Im strike to my funeral

yeah in the mothafucking house my 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 ya know in the 96 ya know

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