Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm trying
not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
while for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me to hear them things popping
bags dropping
with plenty of for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 and grown with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being in the game
but I'd die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its to pistols and cane
on licks hitting stains
the mob life through my veins
its too late for me to
these streets got me
up and paranoid
ready to add on situations I can and avoid
plus big voices hot
they constantly sneaking on
they trying to bring me in
but pins got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing every last
but I ain't going
its freedom or
be my motive for murder

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

I'ma survive these another day
I know the pain in my 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 with the shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause in the belly of the best
is equal to povertys pit
where niggas trick
and thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make some of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the most I make is final
anywhere they like riding slick
with a thick chick your dick
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as long as neither ones
cause I when I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
turn lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
but that don't mean my sick
cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's ease
for sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a 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 hummer
so the next who try to air me out come up blank
and have to sacrifice your life
with a wrath thats than christ
and of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
the route of all evil
cause or legal
its all by the eagle
and be my for murder

lord knows I was hurt from a judge the start
how I'ma hide from this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my
had to put a slug in his
mother fuck that
it was a grudge on his part
my boy was young and
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude like blast them
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here come the big pay
looking up on the for the black and gray strap
I'm crying and
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at myself and die him
can't control pains
now its time to throw them
visions of the stud don't
the clip of am out right
ambulance come
by the the hypes
taking of his
I it sound cold
but bullet put a hole in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
and I know he to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches blunt lines
but this nigga ain't going to mine
for the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
fuck all
in all black and pumped
to run up on nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to armed with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the
never thought I'd be facing to 2
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me shooting hate
I couldn't
in the of the action
is when that ? got shot
all because of my motive for