Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally in the world and it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
While waiting for this ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me to hear them things popping
Cash 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 from the of being back in the game
But I'd rather die my hussle 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 for me to change
These got me deranged
up and paranoid
Ready to add on situations I can and can't
Plus big voices hot
They constantly on blocks
They trying to me in unconscious
But them got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every breath
But I going back
Its freedom or
That be my motive for

*liffy
Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or
But somebody done brought me and sorrow
So have to kill something
Let me count the that I can repent
Trying to stay holy and
But that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too
be my motive for murder

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

9 out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better lick
If it ain't coming up the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the brick
Cause life in the belly of the
Is equal to bottomless pit
Where niggas trick
And thirsty fuckers beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to make type of come up quick
Before it's too late to get
And the most I is final pick
Anywhere they like riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing dick
Even if it means these niggas in cases
As long as ones thick
Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
Turn lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas hear their final
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
Within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
Bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get this 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 life
With a thats stronger than christ
And forces of life thats know to do damage to eyesight
I guess it's
Moneys the route of all
Cause or legal
Its all by the eagle
And be my for murder

Lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
How hide love from this mark
nigga made my homie die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother fuck stuff
It was just a on his part
My boy was young and
Took his and wishes
Try to do right but my like blast them bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in of yack
And a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm to snap
come the big pay back
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 hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't them pains
Now it's to throw them thangs
Visions of the don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance around
By the time the
Taking of his
I know it sound
But bullet put a hole in my soul
? never shorties stole?
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I he used to wild sometimes
Carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
No more on the fun times
and coming at bitches with blunt lines
But this ain't going to want mine
For the pain i'ma this funk 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 with the fury
Never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one turn into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I couldn't
In the mist of the
Is when little ? got shot
All because of my motive for