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 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 risk my again trying to ball
While waiting for this ass job to call
And it ain't
Got me tipping to hear them things
Cash bags
plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 and grown with a future unknown
My heart was torn from the pain of back in the game
But I'd die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
So it's to pistols and cane
Plotting on licks stains
The mob life runs through my
Its too for me to change
These streets got me
up and paranoid
Ready to add on I can and can't avoid
Plus big voices hot
They sneaking on blocks
They trying to bring me in
But them got popped
Now got me on the run
every last breath
But I ain't back
Its or death
be my motive for murder

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

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

9 times out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better
If it coming up with the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the brick
life in the belly of the best
Is to povertys bottomless pit
bitch 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
it's too late to get straight
And the I make is final pick
Anywhere they shit like riding
With a chick slobbing your dick
Even if it fighting these niggas in cases
As long as neither thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
Turn lunatic
Making all these bitches hear their final tick
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 mask up for it
I'll whoop a with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
Bullshit ain't
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof tank
So the next who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma have to your life
With a wrath stronger than 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 manipulated by the
And be my motive for

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 in his heart
Mother fuck stuff
It was just a on his part
My boy was and ambitious
Took his and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
Drowning all my in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
Here come the big pay
Looking up on the dresser for the black and 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 them pains
Now it's time to throw thangs
Visions of the don't stay
Empty the clip of am out
Ambulance around
By the time the
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 I got to watch his mama's tears roll
And I he used to wild sometimes
Carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
No reminising on the fun times
Balling and coming at bitches blunt lines
But this nigga going to want mine
For the pain i'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
Fuck all
In all black and pumped
To run up on nigga
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill armed with a fist full of
Eyes gleam with the
Never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one murder turn 2
Revenge had me shooting thorugh
I couldn't
In the of the action
Is that little ? got shot
All because of my for murder