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 slab and a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still
not to fall and risk my again trying to ball
while waiting for pussy ass job to call
and it hopping
got me tipping to hear them popping
bags dropping
with plenty of cane for oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 and grown with a future unknown
my heart was torn the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live a lane
so its to pistols and cane
plotting on licks stains
the mob life runs my veins
its too late for me to
these got me deranged
up and paranoid
ready to add on I can and can't avoid
big voices getting hot
they constantly sneaking on
they trying to bring me in
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every breath
but I ain't back
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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[Liffy
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 I can repent
to stay holy and focused
but evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

I'ma survive these streets day
I the pain in my heart won't go away
these mother try to murder me
and won't nobdy my family
what he gotta die

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9 times out of 10 you can find trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the brick
cause life in the of the best
is equal to povertys pit
bitch niggas trick
and mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to some type of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like riding
a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas in
as long as neither thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
for sho the skilled
within in the mask up for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
ain't nothing
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 thats stronger than
and forces of life know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
the route of all evil
cause crooked or
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord knows I was from a judge from the start
how hide love from this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my
had to put a in his heart
mother that stuff
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was and ambitious
took his dreams and
try to do right but my like blast them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
come the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and gray
I'm and shit
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
even if a hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at and die with him
can't them pains
now its time to throw thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
come around
by the time the
taking of his
I it sound cold
but this bullet put a in my soul
?never shorties stole?
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
and I he used to wild sometimes
a 9 but you took away your sunshine
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches with blunt
but this nigga ain't going to want
for the pain I'ma handle this funk and this junk
fuck all
in all and then pumped
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to kill with a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
never 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 motive for