Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the and it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again to ball
While waiting for pussy ass job to call
And it ain't
Got me tipping to hear things popping
bags dropping
With plenty of cane for recopping knocking
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and grown a future unknown
My heart was from the pain of being back 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 stains
The mob life through my veins
Its too late for me to
streets got me deranged
Strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
Plus big getting hot
They constantly on blocks
They trying to bring me in
But them pins got
Now got me on the run
every last breath
But I ain't going
Its freedom or
That be my for murder

*liffy
Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or
But somebody done brought me pain and
So i'ma 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
be my motive for murder

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

9 times out of 10 you can find mays to hit a better lick
If it ain't coming up with the shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest
Cause life in the belly of the
Is equal to povertys pit
Where niggas trick
And thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
But it seems like trying to make some type 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 means fighting these niggas in
As long as ones thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
Turn straight
Making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
But that don't mean my minds
Just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When by the p's
And fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sho the poets
Within in the up kill for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil it
ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof hummer
So the haters who try to air me out come up blank
And have to sacrifice your life
With a thats stronger than christ
And forces of life thats to do damage to human eyesight
I guess true
Moneys the of all evil
Cause crooked or
Its all manipulated by the
And be my motive for

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
How i'ma hide love from mark
This nigga made my homie die in my
Had to put a slug in his
fuck that stuff
It was just a on his part
My boy was and ambitious
Took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude like blast them
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
And a quarter of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
Here the big pay back
Looking up on the dresser for the black and gray
I'm crying and
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 and die with him
control them pains
Now it's time to them thangs
of the stud don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance around
By the the hypes
Taking of his
I it sound cold
But this bullet put a hole in my
? never years stole?
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to watch his tears roll
And I know he used to wild
Carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
No reminising on the fun times
Balling and coming at bitches with lines
But this ain't going to want mine
For the pain i'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
Fuck all
In all black and then
To run up on this
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill armed with a fist full of
Eyes gleam the fury
Never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In front of a team and a jury
How did one turn into 2
Revenge had me shooting thorugh
I couldn't
In the mist of the
Is that little ? got shot
All because of my for murder