Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of living is slowly 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 nigga was
I'm finally back in the world and it's 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 ain't
Got me tipping to hear things popping
Cash bags
With of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and grown with a unknown
My heart was torn from the pain of back in the game
But I'd rather die my hussle on and live like a lane
So back to pistols and cane
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob life runs through my
Its too for me to change
These got me deranged
Strapped up and
Ready to add on situations I can and can't
Plus big getting hot
constantly sneaking on blocks
They to bring me in unconscious
But them pins got
Now got me on the run
every last breath
But I going back
Its or death
That be my for murder

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

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

9 out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a better lick
If it coming up with the dopest shit
I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
Cause life in the of the best
Is to povertys bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick
And thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
But it like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
it's too late to get straight
And the most I make is pick
Anywhere they shit like riding
With a chick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these in cases
As long as neither ones
Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
Turn straight
Making all these niggas hear their final tick
But that mean 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 first mil in the
And drive a hummer tank
So the next who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma have to sacrifice life
With a wrath thats stronger than
And forces of life know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess true
Moneys the of all evil
crooked or legal
Its all manipulated by the
And be my for murder

Lord knows I was hurt from a from the start
How hide love from this mark
This made my homie die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother fuck that
It was a grudge on his part
My boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my like blast them bitches
Drowning all my in bottles of yack
And a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
Here the big pay back
up on the dresser for the black and gray strap
I'm crying and
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go him
if a slug hit him
I was still enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't control pains
Now it's to throw them thangs
of the stud don't stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance come
By the the hypes
Taking of his
I know it cold
But this bullet put a in my soul
? never shorties years
He was 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I know he used to sometimes
Carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
No reminising on the fun times
and coming at bitches with blunt lines
But this nigga ain't going to want
For the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
In all black and then
To run up on this
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill armed with a full of steel
Eyes gleam with the
Never thought I'd be facing to 2
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one murder turn 2
Revenge had me shooting thorugh
I stop
In the mist of the
Is when that ? got shot
All of my motive for murder