Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the on papers 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 hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
While waiting for pussy ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear them popping
bags dropping
With plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
Its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future
My heart was torn the pain of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
So it's back to and cane
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob life runs my veins
Its too late for me to
streets got me deranged
Strapped up and
Ready to add on situations I can and can't
Plus big getting hot
They constantly sneaking on
They trying to bring me in
But them got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every breath
But I ain't back
Its freedom or
be my motive for murder

*liffy
Now I know you the judge of and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done brought me and sorrow
So have to kill something
Let me count the ways I can repent
Trying to holy and focused
But that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

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

9 times out of 10 you can find mays to hit a better lick
If it coming up with the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest
Cause life in the belly of the
Is to povertys bottomless pit
Where niggas trick
And mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of up quick
Before too late to get straight
And the I make is final pick
Anywhere they shit riding slick
With a thick slobbing your dick
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
As as neither ones thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
Turn lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas hear their tick
But that don't my minds sick
cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When by the p's
And fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
For sho the poets
Within in the up kill for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
Bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
And drive a hummer tank
So the next who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma have to sacrifice life
With a wrath thats stronger than
And of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess it's
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 from this mark
This made my homie die in my arms
Had to put a slug in his
Mother fuck that
It was just a grudge on his
My boy was young and
Took his and wishes
Try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
Drowning all my in bottles of yack
And a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm to snap
Here come the big pay
Looking up on the dresser for the and gray strap
I'm crying and
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
Even if a hit him
I was still enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't control them
Now it's time to them thangs
Visions of the stud stay
the clip of am out right
Ambulance around
By the the hypes
of his nikes
I it sound cold
But this put a hole in my soul
? shorties years stole?
He was 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I know he to wild sometimes
Carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and coming at bitches with lines
But this nigga ain't going to want
For the pain i'ma handle this and dismantle this junk
all that
In all and then pumped
To run up on nigga
Tip up on him then
Mission to kill armed with a fist full of
Eyes gleam with the
Never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one turn into 2
Revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
In the of the action
Is when that little ? got
All of my motive for murder