Luyện nghe bài hát Motive 4 Murder

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

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

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

Got me to hear them things
cash bags dropping
With of cane for recopping
Opportunity knocking what I'm on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the in my heart won't go away
These try to murder me
And won't 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 the dopiest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest

'Cause life in the belly of the
Is equal to bottomless pit
Where bitch niggas and thirsty
beat you out of everything 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 final

Anywhere they like riding slick
With a thick slobbing your dick
if it means fighting these niggas
In cases as long as neither thick

I swear when I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
Turn lunatic making all these bitches
Niggas hear their tick

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

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

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

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

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

Now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't evil or
But somebody brought me pain and sorrow
So I'ma have to 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 streets another day
I know the in my heart won't go away
motherfuckers try to murder me
And won't nobody hurt my that's what he gotta die

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

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

come 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 felt I had to go kill him even if a hit him, I was still hurt
Enough to aim at myself and die him can't control them pains

Now it's time to throw them thangs of the stud don't stay
Empty the of am out right ambulance come around
By the time the taking of his Nike's
I know it cold 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 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 balling
And coming at with blunt lines
But this nigga ain't to want mine for the pain
I'ma handle funk and dismantle this junk

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

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

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

Now I you the judge of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody done brought me pain and
So I'ma have to kill

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

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