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 with 3 years
I did 4 and a half a slab and a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
waiting for this pussy ass job to call
And it ain't
Got me tipping to them things popping
Cash dropping
plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
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 die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
So it's back to pistols and
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob runs through my veins
Its too late for me to
These streets got me
Strapped up and
Ready to add on situations I can and can't
Plus big voices hot
They constantly sneaking on
trying to bring me in unconscious
But pins got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every 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 and sorrow
So i'ma have to kill
Let me count the ways I can repent
to stay holy and focused
But that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

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

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

Lord I was hurt from a judge from the start
How i'ma hide love from mark
This made my homie die in my arms
Had to put a slug in his
Mother fuck stuff
It was just a grudge on his
My boy was and ambitious
his dreams and wishes
Try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
Here the big pay back
Looking up on the dresser for the black and 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 enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't control them
Now it's time to throw them
Visions of the stud don't
Empty the clip of am out
Ambulance around
By the the hypes
Taking of his
I it sound cold
But this bullet put a hole in my
? never shorties years
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
And I know he used to wild
a 9 but you took away your sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and coming at bitches blunt lines
But this ain't going to want mine
For the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
In all and then pumped
To run up on this
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 murder into 2
Revenge had me shooting hate
I couldn't
In the mist of the
Is when little ? got shot
All because of my for murder