Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

Not to and risk my freedom
trying to ball
While waiting for pussy ass job
To and it ain't hopping

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

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

So it's back to and cane
on licks hitting stains
The mob life through my veins
too late for me to change

These got me deranged
Strapped up and
to add on situations
I can and avoid plus big voices getting hot

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

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

Now I know you the judge of and death
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
to stay holy and focused
But evil in his eyes let me know that nigga
Too that be my motive 4 murder

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

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

'Cause in the belly of the best
Is equal to bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick and thirsty
Motherfuckers you out of everything you get

But it seems everybody's trying
To make some type of 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
Even if it means fighting these
In as long as neither ones thick

I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
Turn straight lunatic all these bitches
Niggas their final tick

But that don't my minds sick
Just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When by the P's and fuckin' fine
Fee's and 3's 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 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 life
With a wrath that's than Christ
And forces of that's know to do
Damage to eyesight

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

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

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

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

My boy was young and ambitious took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude blast them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
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 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 thangs of the stud don't stay
Empty the clip of am out right ambulance around
By the time the 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 I got to watch his mama's tears roll
And I know he used to
Sometimes carry a 9 but you took away your

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

Fuck all that in all black and pumped
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 I'd be facing 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 of the action
Is when that little girl got
All because of my motive 4

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

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

I'ma these streets another 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