Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years
I did 4 and a a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and it's hard but I'm trying
Not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
While waiting for this pussy ass job to
And it ain't
Got me tipping to hear things popping
Cash dropping
plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and with a future unknown
My heart was torn from the pain of being back in the
But I'd die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
So back to pistols and cane
on licks hitting stains
The mob life runs through my
Its too for me to change
streets got me deranged
Strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
Plus big voices hot
They sneaking on blocks
They to bring me in unconscious
But pins got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every breath
But I ain't going
Its freedom or
That be my for murder

*liffy
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 I can repent
to stay holy and focused
But that evil in his eyes let me know nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the pain in my heart won't go
These mother try to murder me
And nobdy 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 bottomless pit
Where bitch trick
And thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up
Before too late to get straight
And the most I make is pick
they shit like riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing your
Even if it means fighting these in cases
As long as neither ones
I swear when I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
Turn lunatic
Making all these niggas hear their final tick
But that mean 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 ease
For sho the poets
Within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
Bullshit nothing
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 your
With a wrath thats stronger christ
And forces of 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 nigga made my die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother fuck stuff
It was just a grudge on his
My boy was young and
Took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a quarter of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
Here come the big pay
Looking up on the dresser for the and gray strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go him
if a slug hit him
I was hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't them pains
Now time to throw them thangs
Visions of the don't stay
the clip of am out right
Ambulance around
By the time the
of his nikes
I know it cold
But this bullet put a hole in my
? never shorties years
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
And I know he used to wild
Carry a 9 but you took away sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and coming at bitches with blunt
But this nigga ain't going to want
For the pain i'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
In all black and pumped
To run up on this
Tip up on him then
Mission to armed with a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
Never thought I'd be facing to 2
In front of a prosecuting team and a
How did one turn into 2
Revenge had me shooting hate
I couldn't
In the mist of the
Is when that ? got shot
All because of my for murder