Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

Not to fall and my freedom
Again to ball
While waiting for pussy ass job
To call and it hopping

Got me tipping to hear things
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 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 hitting stains
The mob life runs my veins
It's too for me to change

These streets got me
Strapped up and
Ready to add on
I can and avoid plus big voices getting hot

They constantly sneaking on
They to bring me in unconscious
But pins got popped
Now got me on the run

Cherishing every last
But I ain't back
It's freedom or
be my motive 4 murder

Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or
But somebody done brought me and sorrow
So have 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 that
Too bogus be my motive 4 murder

I'ma survive streets another day
I know the pain in my heart go away
These motherfuckers try to me
And nobody 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 equal to poverty's pit
bitch niggas trick and thirsty
Motherfuckers beat you out of you get

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

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

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

But that mean my minds sick
Just 'cause I'm by a lot of cheese
When by the P's and fuckin' fine
Fee's and 3's ease

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

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

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

Let me count the ways that I can
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 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 from the
How I'ma hide love from this mark, this nigga my homie
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 young and ambitious took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude like blast them
Drowning all my in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap I'm 'bout to

come the big pay back looking 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
to aim at myself and die with him can't control them pains

Now it's time to throw them visions of the stud don't stay
Empty the clip of am out right come around
By the time the taking of his Nike's
I it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul

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

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

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

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

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

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