Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

Not to fall and my freedom
Again to ball
waiting for this pussy ass job
To call and it ain't

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

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

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

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

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

Cherishing every last
But I going back
It's or death
be my motive 4 murder

Now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So have to kill something

Let me count the ways that I can
Trying to stay holy and
But that evil in his eyes let me know that
Too bogus be my motive 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 my family that's what he gotta die

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

life in the belly of the best
Is equal to poverty's 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 it's too to get straight
And the most I is final pick

Anywhere shit like riding slick
With a thick chick your dick
Even if it means fighting niggas
In cases as as neither ones thick

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

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

For sho' the skilled poets within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll blow it

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

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

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

Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody brought me pain and sorrow
So I'ma to kill something

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

I'ma survive streets another day
I the pain in my heart won't go away
These motherfuckers try to me
And won't nobody hurt my family that's 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 stuff it was just a grudge on his part

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

Here come the big pay back 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 kill him even if a slug hit him, I was hurt
to aim at myself 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 ambulance come around
By the time the hypes taking of his
I know it sound cold but bullet put a hole in my soul

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

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

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

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

I stop in the mist of the action
Is when that little got shot
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 and sorrow
So I'ma have to kill

Let me the ways that 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 these streets 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