Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

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

Got me tipping to hear them
Popping bags dropping
With of cane for recopping
Opportunity knocking what I'm on

I cry when I'm at home 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 back to pistols and cane
Plotting on licks hitting
The mob life through my veins
It's too for me to change

streets 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

every last breath
But I ain't back
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 done brought me and sorrow
So I'ma have to something

Let me count the that I can repent
Trying to holy and focused
But that evil in his eyes let me know that
Too bogus be my motive 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 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 shit
Then I'm to cop the thickest brick

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

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

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

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

But that don't mean my minds
'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 poets within in the mask up kill for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
bet his dumb ass'll still blow it

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

And I'ma have to your life
With a that's stronger than Christ
And of life that's know to do
Damage to eyesight

I guess it's true money's the of all evil
'Cause or legal
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 something

Let me the ways that I can repent
Trying to holy and focused
But that evil in his 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 hurt my family that's what he gotta die

knows 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 ambitious his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude blast them bitches
Drowning all my in bottles of yack
And a quarter of dro want a rap I'm 'bout to snap

Here come the big pay back looking up on the
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 thangs visions of the stud don't stay
Empty the clip of am out right ambulance come
By the time the hypes of his Nike's
I it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul

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

No more reminiscing on the fun times
And at bitches with blunt lines
But nigga ain't going to want mine for the pain
I'ma this 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 armed with a fist full of
Eyes gleam the fury

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

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

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

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

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