Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom trying to ball
while waiting for this pussy ass job to
and it hopping
got me tipping to hear them things
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 with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being in the game
but I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
so its to pistols and cane
plotting on licks hitting
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 getting hot
they constantly on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing last breath
but I ain't going
its or death
be my motive for murder

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[Liffy
now I know you the judge of life and
I evil or nothing
but somebody done brought me and sorrow
so I'ma have to kill
let me count the that I can repent
trying to stay and focused
but that in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

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

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9 out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't coming up the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause in the belly of the best
is equal to bottomless pit
where bitch trick
and thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make type of come up quick
before its too late to get
and the I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like slick
with a thick chick your dick
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as long as neither thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
turn straight
all these bitches niggas hear their final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
trees by the p's
and fuckin fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the poets
within in the up kill for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
and drive a bullet-proof hummer
so the next haters who try to air me out come up
and I'ma have to your life
with a wrath thats stronger than
and of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
moneys the route of all
crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the
and be my motive for

lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
how I'ma love from this mark
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 and ambitious
his dreams 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 come the big pay
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 to throw them thangs
visions of the don't stay
empty the of am out right
come around
by the the hypes
taking of his
I it sound cold
but this put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
and I know he used to sometimes
carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
no reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at with blunt lines
but this nigga ain't going to mine
for the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
fuck all
in all and then pumped
to run up on nigga
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed with a fist full of
eyes gleam with the
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in of a prosecuting team and a jury
how did one turn into 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I couldn't
in the mist of the
is when little ? got shot
all because of my motive for