Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a was dying
I'm finally back in the world and it's hard but I'm trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to
While waiting for this ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear 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 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 to pistols and cane
Plotting on licks stains
The mob life runs my veins
Its too for me to change
streets 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 trying to bring me in
But them pins got
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every last
But I ain't going
Its freedom or
That be my for murder

*liffy
Now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
But somebody brought me pain and sorrow
So i'ma have to something
Let me count the ways I can repent
Trying to stay holy and
But that evil in his eyes let me know that too bogus
That be my for murder

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the pain in my heart go away
These mother try to murder me
And nobdy hurt my family
Thats what he die

9 times out of 10 you can mays trying to hit a better lick
If it ain't coming up with the shit
Then I'm trying to cop the brick
Cause life in the belly of the
Is equal to bottomless pit
Where niggas trick
And thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
But it like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
Before it's too to get straight
And the most I make is pick
Anywhere they shit riding slick
With a chick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these niggas in
As long as neither thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
Turn lunatic
Making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
But that don't mean my sick
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
trees by the p's
And fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
For sho the poets
in the mask up kill for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll blow it
ain't nothing
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
And drive a hummer tank
So the next who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma have to sacrifice your
With a wrath stronger than christ
And forces of life thats know to do damage to eyesight
I guess true
Moneys the route of all
Cause or legal
Its all by the eagle
And be my for murder

Lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
How i'ma hide love from this
This nigga made my die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother fuck that
It was just a on his part
My boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
Try to do right but my attitude like blast them
Drowning all my sorrows in of yack
And a quarter of dro want a rap
I'm to snap
Here the big pay back
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
Even if a hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die him
Can't them pains
Now it's to throw them thangs
Visions of the stud stay
Empty the clip of am out
Ambulance around
By the the hypes
Taking of his
I know it sound
But this bullet put a hole in my
? never shorties stole?
He was only 17 old
And at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
And I know he used to sometimes
Carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and coming at bitches with lines
But this nigga going to want mine
For the pain i'ma handle this funk and dismantle junk
all that
In all and then pumped
To run up on this
Tip up on him then
Mission to armed with a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
Never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting team and a
How did one murder turn 2
Revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
In the of the action
Is that little ? got shot
All because of my for murder