Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

I did 4 and a half a
And shit a was dying
I'm back in the world
And it's but I'm still trying

Not to fall and my freedom
trying to ball
While for this pussy ass job
To call and it hopping

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

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

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

These streets got me
up and paranoid
Ready to add on
I can and can't plus big voices getting hot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it seems like trying
To some 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 slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these
In cases as as neither ones thick

'Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
Turn straight lunatic making all bitches
hear their final tick

But that mean my minds sick
'cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When by the P's and fuckin' fine
and 3's with ease

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

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

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

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

Now I know you the judge of and death
I ain't evil or
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So have to kill something

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

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

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

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

Here come the big pay back 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 if a slug hit him, I was still hurt
Enough to aim at myself and die with him control them pains

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

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

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

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

Never thought I'd be facing to 2
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one turn into 2 revenge
Had me shooting hate

I couldn't in the mist of the action
Is when little girl got shot
All of 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 bogus that be my 4 murder

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