Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

The stress of living
Is slowly my soul
I'm 2 months out the on papers
with 3 years parole

I did 4 and a half a
And a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the
And it's hard but I'm still

Not to fall and risk my
Again trying to
While waiting for pussy ass job
To call and it ain't

Got me to hear them things
Popping cash dropping
plenty of cane for recopping
Opportunity knocking what I'm on

I cry when I'm at 'cause I'm alone
24 years and grown a future unknown
My heart was torn from the pain of being in the game
But I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane

So it's back to pistols and
Plotting on licks hitting
The mob life runs through my
too late for me to change

These got me deranged
Strapped up and
to add on situations
I can and can't avoid big voices getting hot

They constantly sneaking on
They to bring me in unconscious
But them got popped
Now got me on the run

Cherishing last breath
But I ain't back
It's or death
That be my motive 4

Now I know you the of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done brought me pain and
So have to kill something

Let me count the that I can repent
to stay holy and focused
But evil in his eyes let me know that nigga
Too bogus that be my 4 murder

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the pain in my heart go away
These try to murder me
And won't nobody my family that's what he gotta die

9 times out of 10 you can
May's trying to hit a lick
If it coming up with the dopiest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest

'Cause life in the belly of the
Is equal to bottomless pit
Where bitch niggas and thirsty
Motherfuckers beat you out of you get

But it like everybody's trying
To make type of come up quick
Before too late to get straight
And the most I is final pick

Anywhere shit like riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing dick
Even if it means these niggas
In as long as neither ones thick

'Cause I when I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
Turn straight lunatic making all bitches
Niggas hear their tick

But don't mean my minds sick
Just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
trees by the P's and fuckin' fine
Fee's and 3's ease

For sho' the skilled poets in the mask up kill for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb still blow it

Bullshit ain't nothing I'm to get this first mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof tank
So the next who try to air me out come up blank

And have to sacrifice your life
With a wrath that's than Christ
And of life that's know to do
to human eyesight

I it's true money's the route of all evil
crooked or legal
It's all by the eagle
And be my for murder

Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody brought me pain and sorrow
So I'ma have to kill

Let me count the ways I can repent
to stay holy and focused
But that evil in his eyes let me know nigga
Too bogus that be my 4 murder

survive these streets another day
I know the pain in my won't go away
These motherfuckers try to me
And won't hurt my family that's what he gotta die

Lord I was hurt from a judge from the start
How I'ma hide love from this mark, nigga made my homie
Die in my arms had to put a in his heart
Mother that stuff it was just a grudge on his part

My boy was and ambitious took his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude blast them bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap I'm to snap

Here come the big pay back looking up on the
For the and gray strap I'm crying and shit, I was hurt so bad
I felt I had to go kill him even if a slug hit him, I was hurt
Enough to aim at and die with him can't control them pains

Now it's time to throw them thangs of the stud don't stay
the clip of am out right ambulance come around
By the time the taking of his Nike's
I know it sound but this bullet put a hole in my soul

shorties years stole he was only 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I he used to wild
carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine

No more reminiscing on the fun balling
And coming at with blunt lines
But this nigga going to want mine for the pain
I'ma handle this and dismantle this junk

Fuck all that in all black and then
To run up on this nigga tip up on him then
Mission to kill armed with a fist full of
Eyes with the fury

Never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one turn into 2 revenge
Had me through hate

I couldn't stop in the mist of the
Is when that little girl got
All of my motive 4 murder

Now I know you the judge of and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So I'ma have to kill

Let me count the ways that I can
Trying to stay holy and
But that evil in his let me know that nigga
Too bogus be my motive 4 murder

I'ma survive streets another day
I know the in my heart won't go away
These try to murder me
And nobody hurt my family that's what he gotta die