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 back in the world and hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to
While for this pussy ass job to call
And it ain't
Got me to hear them things popping
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 with a unknown
My heart was torn from the of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
So it's to pistols and cane
Plotting on licks hitting
The mob runs through my veins
Its too late for me to
These streets got me
up and paranoid
Ready to add on I can and can't avoid
Plus big getting hot
They sneaking on blocks
They trying to me in unconscious
But them 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 and death
I ain't evil or
But somebody done brought me and sorrow
So i'ma to kill something
Let me count the that I can repent
Trying to stay and focused
But that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
That be my motive for

I'ma survive these another day
I know the pain in my won't go away
mother fuckers try to murder me
And won't hurt my family
what he gotta die

9 times out of 10 you can mays trying to hit a better lick
If it ain't up with the dopest shit
I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
Cause life in the of the best
Is equal to povertys pit
Where niggas trick
And mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
But it seems everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
Before it's too late to get
And the most I make is pick
Anywhere they like riding slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these in cases
As long as neither ones
Cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
straight lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas their final tick
But that don't mean my minds
cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When by the p's
And fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sho the skilled
Within in the up kill for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this first mil in the
And drive a bullet-proof tank
So the haters who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma to sacrifice your life
With a wrath thats stronger than
And forces of life know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess it's
the route of all evil
Cause crooked or
Its all manipulated by the
And be my motive for

Lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
How i'ma hide from this mark
This 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 and ambitious
Took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude like blast them
all my sorrows 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 hurt so bad I I had to go kill him
Even if a hit him
I was hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't them pains
Now it's time to them thangs
of the stud don't stay
Empty the clip of am out
come around
By the the hypes
Taking of his
I it sound cold
But this bullet put a in my soul
? shorties years stole?
He was 17 years 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 away sunshine
No more on the fun times
Balling and coming at bitches with blunt
But this nigga going to want mine
For the pain i'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
In all black and pumped
To run up on nigga
Tip up on him then
Mission to kill armed with a full of steel
gleam with the fury
Never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one turn into 2
Revenge had me thorugh hate
I couldn't
In the mist of the
Is when little ? got shot
All because of my for murder