Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

Not to and risk my freedom
trying to ball
While waiting for this ass job
To and it ain't 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 unknown
My heart was torn the pain of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my hustle on and live a lane

So back to pistols and cane
Plotting on licks stains
The mob life runs through my
too late for me to change

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

They constantly sneaking on
They trying to me in unconscious
But them pins got
Now got me on the run

Cherishing every last
But I ain't back
freedom or death
That be my motive 4

Now I know you the of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody done 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 in his eyes 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 go away
motherfuckers try to murder me
And won't nobody hurt my family that's he gotta die

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

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

But it like everybody's trying
To make some type of up quick
Before too late to get straight
And the most I make is pick

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

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

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

For the skilled poets within in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb still blow it

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

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

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

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 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 survive these streets day
I know the in my heart won't go away
These try to murder me
And nobody 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 this mark, this nigga my homie
Die in my arms had to put a slug in his
Mother that stuff it was just a grudge on his part

My boy was young and took his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like blast them
all my sorrows in bottles 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 even if a slug hit him, I was hurt
Enough to aim at myself and die with him control them pains

Now it's time to throw them thangs visions of the stud stay
Empty the of am out right ambulance come around
By the time the hypes taking of his
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 tears roll
And I he used to wild
carry a 9 but you took away your sunshine

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

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

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

I couldn't stop in the mist of the
Is when that little got shot
All because of my 4 murder

Now I know you the judge of and death
I evil or nothing
But done brought 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 evil in his eyes let me that nigga
Too bogus that be my motive 4

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