Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years
I did 4 and a half a and shit a nigga 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 hear them things
cash bags
with of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future
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
plotting on licks stains
the mob life through my veins
its too for me to change
these streets got me
strapped up and
ready to add on situations I can and can't
plus big voices hot
they constantly sneaking on
they trying to bring me in
but them got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing every last
but I going back
its or death
be my motive for murder

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

I'ma survive streets another day
I know the pain in my heart won't go
mother fuckers try to murder me
and nobdy hurt my family
what 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 coming up with the dopest
then I'm trying to cop the thickest
cause life in the 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 some type of up quick
before its too to get straight
and the most I make is final
anywhere they shit like riding
with a chick slobbing your dick
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as as neither ones thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
but that mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
for sho the poets
within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a grill
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
bullshit nothing
I'm to get this first 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 sacrifice your
with a wrath stronger than christ
and of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
moneys the route of all
crooked or legal
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord I was hurt from a judge from 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 fuck stuff
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was young and
took his and wishes
try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm crying and
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
can't control pains
now its time to them thangs
visions of the don't stay
empty the clip of am out
come around
by the time the
of his nikes
I it sound cold
but this bullet put a in my soul
?never shorties stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the I got to watch his mama's tears roll
and I know he used to sometimes
carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
no more on the fun times
and coming at bitches with blunt lines
but this ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
in all and then pumped
to run up on this
tip up on him jump
to kill armed with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the
never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
in front of a team and a jury
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
in the mist of the
is when little ? got shot
all because of my motive for