Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

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

*liffy
Now I know you the judge of and death
I evil or nothing
But done brought me pain and sorrow
So i'ma to kill something
Let me count the ways I can repent
Trying to holy and focused
But evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
That be my for murder

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the in my heart won't go away
These mother fuckers try to me
And won't nobdy hurt my
Thats he gotta die

9 times out of 10 you can mays trying to hit a better lick
If it coming up with the dopest shit
I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
Cause in the belly of the best
Is equal to bottomless pit
Where niggas trick
And thirsty mother fuckers you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of up quick
Before it's too late to get
And the I make is final pick
they shit like riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing dick
Even if it fighting these niggas in cases
As long as neither ones
Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
straight lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas hear their final
But that don't mean my sick
Just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
trees by the p's
And fuckin fine and 3's with ease
For sho the poets
Within in the up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
Bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof tank
So the next haters who try to air me out up blank
And i'ma have to sacrifice your
With a wrath thats stronger christ
And forces of life thats know to do damage to human
I it's true
Moneys the route of all
Cause or legal
Its all by the eagle
And be my for murder

Lord knows I was hurt from a from the start
How i'ma 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 on his part
My boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like blast bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
Here come the big pay
up on the dresser for the black and gray strap
I'm and shit
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
Even if a hit him
I was still hurt to aim at myself and die with him
Can't control them
Now it's time to throw thangs
of the stud don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance come
By the time the
of his nikes
I know it cold
But this bullet put a in my soul
? never shorties years
He was 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
And I know he used to sometimes
Carry a 9 but you took away sunshine
No more on the fun times
Balling and at bitches with blunt lines
But this nigga going to want mine
For the pain i'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
In all black and then
To run up on this
Tip up on him then
Mission to kill armed with a fist of steel
Eyes gleam with the
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one murder turn 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I couldn't
In the mist of the
Is when that ? got shot
All because of my for murder