Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

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

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

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

So back to pistols 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 can't avoid plus big getting hot

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

Cherishing every breath
But I going back
freedom or death
That be my 4 murder

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

Let me the ways that I can repent
Trying to stay 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 nobody hurt 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 with the dopiest
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest

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

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

Anywhere they shit like riding
With a thick slobbing your dick
Even if it fighting these niggas
In cases as long as ones thick

'Cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial 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 trees by the P's and fine
Fee's and 3's with

For sho' the skilled within in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend 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 a bullet-proof Hummer tank
So the next haters who try to air me out up blank

And have to sacrifice your life
With a wrath that's than Christ
And of life that's know to do
Damage to eyesight

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

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

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

survive 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 that's what he die

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge 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 it was just a grudge on his part

My boy was young and ambitious took his dreams and
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 the big pay back looking up on the dresser
For the black and gray strap I'm crying and shit, I was so bad
I I had to go kill him even if a slug hit him, I was still 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 don't
Empty the of am out right ambulance come around
By the time the taking of his Nike's
I know it sound but this bullet put a hole in my soul

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

No reminiscing on the fun times 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 black and pumped
To run up on this nigga tip up on him jump
to kill armed with a fist full of steel
Eyes gleam the fury

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

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

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

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

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