Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

The of everyday living
Is slowly corrupting my
I'm 2 months out the on papers
Walking with 3 years

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

Not to fall and my freedom
Again to ball
While for this pussy 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 future
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 back to pistols and cane
on licks hitting stains
The mob life through my veins
It's too for me to change

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

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

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

Now I know you the of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody brought me pain and sorrow
So have to kill something

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

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

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

'Cause life in the of the best
Is equal to poverty's pit
Where bitch trick and thirsty
Motherfuckers you out of everything you get

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

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

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

But that don't mean my minds
'cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the P's and fine
Fee's and 3's with

For sho' the skilled poets within in the 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 first mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof Hummer
So the next haters who try to air me out up blank

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

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

Now I know you the judge of life and
I evil or nothing
But somebody done brought me and sorrow
So I'ma have to something

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

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

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

My boy was and ambitious took his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like 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 looking up on the dresser
For the black and strap I'm crying and shit, I was hurt so bad
I felt I had to go him even 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 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 stole he was only 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his tears roll
And I know he to wild
Sometimes carry a 9 but you took away sunshine

No reminiscing on the fun times balling
And coming at with blunt lines
But nigga ain't going to want mine for the pain
I'ma handle 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 of steel
Eyes gleam the fury

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

I couldn't 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 or nothing
But somebody done brought me pain and
So I'ma have to kill

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

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