Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The of everyday living 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 in the world and it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom trying to ball
While waiting for this pussy ass job to
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear things popping
Cash dropping
With plenty of cane for recopping 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 the pain of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live a lane
So back to pistols and cane
Plotting on licks hitting
The mob life through my veins
Its too late for me to
streets got me deranged
Strapped up and
Ready to add on I can and can't avoid
Plus big voices hot
They constantly sneaking on
trying to bring me in unconscious
But them got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every breath
But I going back
Its or death
be my motive for murder

*liffy
Now I know you the judge of and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody done brought me and sorrow
So i'ma to kill something
Let me the ways that I can repent
Trying to holy 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 won't go away
These fuckers 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 up with the dopest shit
I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
Cause in the belly of the best
Is equal to bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick
And thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
But it seems like everybodys trying to some type of come up quick
it's too late to get straight
And the most I make is final
Anywhere shit like riding slick
With a chick slobbing your dick
Even if it fighting these niggas in cases
As long as neither ones
Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
straight lunatic
Making all these bitches hear their final tick
But don't mean my minds sick
Just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When by the p's
And fuckin fine and 3's with ease
For sho the poets
Within in the mask up for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil it
ain't 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 up blank
And i'ma have to your life
With a wrath thats stronger than
And forces of life thats know to do damage to human
I guess true
Moneys the route of all
Cause crooked or
Its all by the eagle
And be my for murder

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the
How i'ma hide love from mark
This nigga my homie die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother fuck that
It was just a on his part
My boy was and ambitious
Took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude blast them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
come the big pay back
Looking up on the dresser for the and gray strap
I'm crying and
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at 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 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 watch his mama's roll
And I know he to wild sometimes
Carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
No reminising on the fun times
Balling and coming at with blunt lines
But this nigga ain't to want mine
For the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
In all black and pumped
To run up on nigga
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill armed with a full of steel
Eyes gleam with the
Never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one turn into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I couldn't
In the of the action
Is when that ? got shot
All because of my for murder