Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday living is slowly my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a 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 again trying to ball
While for this pussy ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear them popping
bags dropping
With of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown 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 like a lane
So it's back to pistols and
Plotting on licks stains
The mob life through my veins
Its too late for me to
These streets got me
Strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
Plus big voices hot
They sneaking on blocks
trying to bring me in unconscious
But pins got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing last breath
But I ain't back
Its or death
be my motive for murder

*liffy
Now I you the judge of life and death
I evil or nothing
But somebody done me pain and sorrow
So have to kill something
Let me the ways that I can repent
to stay holy and focused
But that evil in his eyes let me that 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 fuckers try to murder me
And won't hurt my family
what he gotta die

9 times out of 10 you can find mays to hit a better lick
If it ain't up with the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest
Cause life in the of the best
Is equal to povertys pit
Where bitch 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 pick
Anywhere shit like riding slick
With a thick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these in cases
As long as neither thick
Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
straight lunatic
Making all bitches niggas hear their final tick
But that don't mean my sick
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 poets
Within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
Bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof hummer
So the next who try to air me out come up blank
And have to sacrifice your life
With a thats stronger than christ
And forces of life thats know to do damage to human
I guess it's
the route of all evil
Cause or legal
Its all by the eagle
And be my motive for

Lord I was hurt from a judge from the start
How hide love from this mark
This made my homie die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
fuck that stuff
It was a grudge on his part
My boy was young and
Took his dreams and
Try to do right but my attitude like blast them
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
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 felt I had to go him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at and die with him
Can't control pains
Now it's time to throw thangs
Visions of the stud don't
Empty the of am out right
come around
By the time the
of his nikes
I it sound cold
But this bullet put a in my soul
? never shorties stole?
He was only 17 old
And at the I got to watch his mama's tears roll
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 with blunt
But nigga ain't going to want mine
For the pain i'ma handle funk and dismantle this junk
Fuck all
In all black and then
To run up on nigga
Tip up on him then
Mission to kill armed with a fist of steel
gleam with the fury
Never thought I'd be facing to 2
In front of a prosecuting team and a
How did one turn into 2
Revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
In the mist of the
Is that little ? got shot
All because of my for murder