Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was
I'm back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
waiting for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear things popping
cash bags
with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future
my heart was from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to and cane
on licks hitting 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 voices hot
they sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but pins got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing last breath
but I ain't going
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't or nothing
but somebody done brought me and sorrow
so have to kill something
let me count the ways that I can
trying to stay and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me know that too bogus
that be my motive for

I'ma survive streets another day
I know the in my heart won't go away
these fuckers try to murder me
and nobdy hurt my family
thats he gotta die

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9 times out of 10 you can Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't up with the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the belly of the
is equal to bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick
and thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like trying to make some type of come up quick
before its too late to get
and the most I make is pick
anywhere they like riding slick
with a thick chick slobbing dick
even if it means these niggas in cases
as long as neither thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
turn straight
making all these bitches hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled
within in the up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
bet his dumb ass'll stil blow it
bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get this first mil in the
and drive a hummer tank
so the next who try to air me out come up blank
and have to sacrifice your life
with a wrath stronger than christ
and of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
the route of all evil
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 hide love from this
nigga made my homie die in my arms
had to put a in his heart
mother that stuff
it was just a on his part
my boy was young and
took his and wishes
try to do right but my attitude like blast them
drowning all my sorrows in of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
here the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I I had to go kill him
even if a hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die him
can't control them
now its time to them thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
ambulance come
by the the hypes
taking of his
I know it sound
but bullet put a hole in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
and I know he used to sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away your
no reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches with lines
but nigga ain't going to want mine
for the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
fuck all
in all black and then
to run up on nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to kill armed with a fist full of
eyes gleam with the
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me shooting hate
I couldn't
in the of the action
is when that little ? got
all because of my for murder