Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

The stress of everyday
Is corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on
Walking with 3 years

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

Not to and risk my freedom
Again trying to
While waiting for this ass job
To call and it hopping

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

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

So it's back to and cane
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob runs through my veins
It's too for me to change

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

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

Cherishing every breath
But I going back
It's freedom or
be my motive 4 murder

Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or
But somebody done brought me pain and
So I'ma have to kill

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

survive these streets another day
I know the pain in my won't go away
motherfuckers try to murder me
And won't nobody hurt my that's what he gotta die

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

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

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

Anywhere they shit like slick
With a thick chick slobbing your
if it means fighting these niggas
In cases as long as neither ones

'Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
Turn lunatic making all these bitches
Niggas their final tick

But that don't mean my sick
Just 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 poets within in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a 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 next haters who try to air me out come up

And I'ma have to your life
With a wrath stronger than Christ
And forces of life that's to do
Damage to human

I guess it's true money's the route of all
'Cause or legal
It's all by the eagle
And be my motive for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never years stole he was only 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I know he used to
Sometimes a 9 but you took away your sunshine

No more reminiscing on the fun times
And coming at bitches with blunt
But this nigga ain't going to want mine for the
I'ma handle this funk and 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 a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury

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

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

Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or
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 evil in his eyes let me know that nigga
Too bogus that be my motive 4

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