Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a was dying
I'm finally in the world and it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again to ball
While waiting for this ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear them things
Cash bags
With plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
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 in the game
But I'd rather die getting my hussle on and like a lane
So it's to pistols and cane
on licks hitting stains
The mob runs through my veins
Its too late for me to
These 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 to bring me in unconscious
But pins 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 you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So have to kill something
Let me count the ways that I can
Trying to stay and focused
But evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
That be my for murder

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

9 times out of 10 you can mays trying to hit a better lick
If it ain't coming up with the shit
Then I'm trying to cop the brick
life in the belly of the best
Is equal to 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 come up
Before too late to get straight
And the most I make is final
they shit like riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing dick
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
As as neither ones thick
Cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
Turn lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas hear final 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 skilled
Within in the mask up for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil it
Bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
And a bullet-proof hummer tank
So the next haters who try to air me out come up
And i'ma have to your life
a wrath thats stronger than christ
And forces of thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I it's true
Moneys the route of all
Cause or legal
Its all by the eagle
And be my motive for

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
How i'ma hide love from this
This nigga made my homie die in my
Had to put a in his heart
Mother that 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 in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
Here the big pay back
Looking up on the dresser for the black and gray
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 to throw them thangs
Visions of the don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance around
By the time the
of his nikes
I it sound cold
But this put a hole in my soul
? never years stole?
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
And I know he used to wild
Carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
No reminising on the fun times
Balling and at bitches with blunt lines
But this nigga ain't going to mine
For the pain i'ma handle this funk and this junk
all that
In all and then pumped
To run up on this
Tip up on him then
Mission to kill armed with a full of steel
Eyes with the fury
thought I'd be facing 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 of the action
Is that little ? got shot
All because of my motive for