Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is slowly my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a was dying
I'm finally in the world and its 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
with plenty of 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 die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and
on licks hitting stains
the mob life runs through my
its too late for me to
these streets got me
strapped up and
ready to add on situations I can and avoid
big voices getting hot
they sneaking on blocks
they to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing last breath
but I ain't going
its freedom or
that be my motive for

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[Liffy
now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't or nothing
but somebody done brought me pain and
so I'ma have to kill
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 these streets another day
I know the pain in my heart won't go
these fuckers try to murder me
and won't hurt my family
thats he gotta die

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9 times out of 10 you can find trying to hit a better lick
if it coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the brick
cause life in the of the best
is equal to bottomless pit
where niggas trick
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
but it like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the most I make is pick
anywhere shit like riding slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it fighting these niggas in cases
as long as neither thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
turn lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
for sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
bet his dumb ass'll stil blow it
bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get this first mil in the
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 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 by the eagle
and be my for murder

lord I was hurt from a judge from the start
how I'ma love from this mark
this made 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
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here come the big pay
up on the dresser for the black and gray 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 and die with him
can't them pains
now its time to throw them
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
ambulance around
by the the hypes
of his nikes
I it sound cold
but this put a hole in my soul
?never shorties stole?
he was 17 years 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 away your
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches blunt lines
but nigga ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle this funk and this junk
all that
in all black and pumped
to run up on nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to kill armed with a fist of steel
eyes with the fury
thought 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 stop
in the mist of the
is when little ? got shot
all because of my for murder