Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

I did 4 and a half a
And shit a nigga was
I'm back in the world
And hard but I'm still trying

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

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

I cry I'm at home 'cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a unknown
My heart was torn from the pain of 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause life in the of the best
Is to poverty's bottomless pit
Where bitch niggas trick and
beat you out of everything you get

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

Anywhere they shit riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing dick
if it means fighting these niggas
In cases as long as ones thick

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

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

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

ain't nothing I'm trying 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 I'ma have to sacrifice your
With a wrath that's than Christ
And of life that's know to do
Damage to human

I it's true money's the route of all evil
'Cause crooked or
It's all manipulated by the
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 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 these streets day
I the pain in my heart won't go away
motherfuckers try to murder me
And won't nobody hurt my family what he gotta die

Lord knows I was hurt from a from the start
How I'ma hide love from this mark, this nigga made my
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 ambitious his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in 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 and gray strap I'm crying and shit, I was hurt so bad
I felt I had to go kill him even if a hit him, I was still hurt
Enough to aim at and die with him can't control them pains

Now it's time to throw them thangs visions of the stud stay
Empty the of am out right ambulance come around
By the time the taking of his Nike's
I it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul

Never shorties stole he was only 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to his mama's 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 with lines
But this nigga ain't going to want for the pain
I'ma handle funk and dismantle this junk

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

thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one murder turn into 2
Had me shooting through

I stop in the mist of the action
Is when that little girl got
All because of my motive 4

Now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't evil or
But somebody brought me pain and sorrow
So I'ma have to something

Let me count the ways I can repent
Trying to stay and focused
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 heart go away
These motherfuckers try to me
And won't nobody hurt my that's what he gotta die