Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 out the joint on papers 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 its hard but I'm trying
not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
while waiting for this ass job to call
and it hopping
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 cause I'm alone
24 years and with 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 live a lane
so its to pistols and cane
on licks hitting stains
the mob life runs through my
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
they sneaking on blocks
trying to bring me in unconscious
but pins got popped
now got me on the run
every last breath
but I ain't going
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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[Liffy
now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
but somebody done brought me pain and
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 nigga too bogus
that be my for murder

I'ma survive these another day
I know the pain in my heart won't go
these mother try to murder me
and won't nobdy hurt my
what he gotta die

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9 times out of 10 you can find trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't coming up with the shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the of the best
is to povertys bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick
and thirsty mother fuckers you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of up quick
its too late to get straight
and the most I is final pick
anywhere shit like riding slick
with a chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting niggas in cases
as long as neither ones
cause I when I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear their final
but that don't mean my minds
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
trees by the p's
and fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
and drive a hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out come up
and I'ma have to your life
a wrath thats stronger than christ
and forces of life thats know to do damage to human
I guess its
moneys the route of all
cause crooked or
its all manipulated by the
and be my for murder

lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
how I'ma love from this mark
nigga 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
took his and wishes
try to do right but my attitude like blast bitches
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
come the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm and shit
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die him
can't them pains
now its time to them thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
come around
by the the hypes
taking of his
I it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my
shorties years stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
and I know he used to wild
carry a 9 but you took away your
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches with lines
but this nigga 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 nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to kill armed a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one murder into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I couldn't
in the of the action
is when that ? got shot
all because of my for murder