Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was
I'm finally back in the world and it's hard but I'm still
Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to
While waiting for this ass job to call
And it ain't
Got me tipping to them things popping
Cash dropping
With plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home I'm alone
24 and grown with a future unknown
My heart was torn from the of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
So it's to pistols and cane
on licks hitting stains
The mob life runs through my
Its too late for me to
These streets got me
up and paranoid
Ready to add on situations I can and can't
Plus big voices hot
constantly sneaking on blocks
They trying to bring me in
But them pins got
Now got me on the run
every last breath
But I going back
Its or death
be my motive for murder

*liffy
Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So i'ma have to kill
Let me count the ways that I can
Trying to stay and focused
But that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
That be my for murder

I'ma survive streets another day
I the pain in my heart won't go away
These mother fuckers try to me
And won't hurt my family
what he gotta die

9 out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better lick
If it ain't up with the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest
Cause life in the of the best
Is equal to povertys pit
bitch niggas trick
And thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to make some of come up quick
Before it's too to get straight
And the most I make is pick
Anywhere they like riding slick
With a chick slobbing your dick
Even if it fighting these niggas in cases
As long as neither thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
straight lunatic
Making all these niggas hear their final tick
But that don't my minds sick
Just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
When by the p's
And fuckin fee's and 3's with ease
For sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil it
Bullshit nothing
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof tank
So the haters who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma have to sacrifice your
With a wrath thats than christ
And forces of thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I it's true
the route of all evil
Cause crooked or
Its all by the eagle
And be my motive for

Lord knows I was hurt from a from the start
How i'ma hide love this mark
This nigga my homie die in my arms
Had to put a slug in his
fuck that stuff
It was a grudge on his part
My boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
Drowning all my in bottles of yack
And a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
Here come the big pay
Looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at and die with him
Can't control pains
Now it's to throw them thangs
Visions of the don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance around
By the the hypes
Taking of his
I it sound cold
But this put a hole in my soul
? shorties years stole?
He was 17 years old
And at the I got to watch his mama's tears roll
And I know he used to wild
a 9 but you took away your sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and coming at with blunt lines
But this ain't going to want mine
For the pain i'ma handle this funk and this junk
all that
In all black and then
To run up on this
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill with a fist full of steel
Eyes with the fury
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one murder into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I stop
In the of the action
Is when that little ? got
All because of my for murder