Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

Not to fall and my freedom
Again to ball
waiting for this pussy ass job
To call and it ain't

Got me tipping to them things
cash bags dropping
With plenty of cane for
knocking it's what I'm on

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

So it's back to pistols and
Plotting on licks stains
The mob life runs my veins
It's too for me to change

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

They constantly on blocks
trying to bring me in unconscious
But them pins got
Now got me on the run

Cherishing every breath
But I ain't back
freedom or death
That be my motive 4

Now I know you the of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody done brought me pain and
So I'ma have to kill

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

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

9 out of 10 you can find
May's trying to hit a lick
If it ain't coming up with the shit
Then I'm to cop the thickest brick

'Cause in the belly of the best
Is to poverty's bottomless pit
Where niggas trick and thirsty
Motherfuckers beat you out of you get

But it seems like everybody's
To make some type of come up
Before it's too to get straight
And the most I make is pick

Anywhere they like riding slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these
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 final tick

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

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

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

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

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

Now I you the judge of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So I'ma have to kill

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

I'ma survive these 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

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

My boy was young and 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 of dro want a rap I'm 'bout to snap

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

Now it's time to throw them thangs visions of the stud stay
the clip of am out right ambulance come around
By the time the hypes of his Nike's
I know it sound cold but 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 tears roll
And I he used to wild
Sometimes a 9 but you took away your sunshine

No reminiscing on the fun times balling
And coming at bitches blunt lines
But this nigga ain't going to want mine for the
I'ma handle funk and dismantle this junk

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

thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one turn into 2 revenge
Had me shooting hate

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

Now I you the judge of life and death
I evil or nothing
But done brought me pain and sorrow
So I'ma have to something

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

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