Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years
I did 4 and a half a and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the and it's hard but I'm still trying
Not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
While waiting for this pussy ass job to
And it ain't
Got me tipping to hear them popping
Cash dropping
With plenty of cane for oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future
My was torn from the pain of being back in the game
But I'd rather die my hussle on and live like a lane
So it's back to and cane
Plotting on licks hitting
The mob life through my veins
Its too for me to change
streets got me deranged
Strapped up and
Ready to add on situations I can and avoid
Plus big voices hot
They sneaking on blocks
They to bring me in unconscious
But them pins got
Now got me on the run
every last breath
But I ain't going
Its freedom or
be my motive for murder

*liffy
Now I know you the of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So i'ma to kill something
Let me count the ways that I can
to stay holy and focused
But that evil in his eyes let me know nigga too bogus
That be my motive for

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the in my heart won't go away
These mother try to murder me
And won't hurt my family
Thats he gotta die

9 times out of 10 you can find mays trying to hit a 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 to povertys bottomless pit
Where bitch niggas
And thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
But it seems everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
it's too late to get straight
And the most I is final pick
Anywhere they shit like riding
With a thick chick slobbing your
Even if it means fighting these in cases
As long as neither ones
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
Turn straight
Making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
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 crushed
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
And a bullet-proof 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 than christ
And forces of life know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess it's
Moneys the of all evil
crooked or legal
Its all by the eagle
And be my motive for

Lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
How hide love from this mark
This nigga my homie die in my arms
Had to put a slug in his
fuck that stuff
It was just a grudge on his
My boy was and ambitious
his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like blast bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
Here come the big pay
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
if a slug hit him
I was hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
Can't them pains
Now it's time to throw thangs
Visions of the stud stay
Empty the of am out right
Ambulance around
By the time the
of his nikes
I know it cold
But this put a hole in my soul
? never shorties years
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
And I know he used to wild
Carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
No more on the fun times
Balling and coming at bitches with lines
But nigga ain't 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 jump
Mission to kill with a fist full of steel
Eyes gleam the fury
Never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one turn into 2
Revenge had me shooting hate
I stop
In the mist of the
Is when that little ? got
All because of my motive for