Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is slowly my soul
Im 2 months out the on papers walking with 3 years parole
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 pussy ass job to
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear things popping
cash bags
with of cane 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 from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live a lane
so its back to pistols and
plotting on licks hitting
the mob life runs my veins
its too for me to change
these got me deranged
up and paranoid
ready to add on I can and can't avoid
big voices getting hot
they sneaking on blocks
they to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every last
but I ain't back
its freedom or
be my motive for murder

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

I'ma these streets another day
I know the pain in my heart go away
these mother try to murder me
and nobdy hurt my family
what he gotta die

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays to hit a better lick
if it ain't coming up with the shit
I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
cause in the belly of the best
is equal to bottomless pit
where bitch trick
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
but it seems like everybodys to make some type of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the most I make is pick
anywhere they like riding slick
with a chick slobbing 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 straight
making all bitches niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the poets
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll blow it
ain't nothing
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
and drive a bullet-proof tank
so the next who try to air me out come up blank
and I'ma have to your life
with a wrath thats stronger than
and forces of life thats know to do to human eyesight
I its true
moneys the route of all
crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the
and be my for murder

lord I was hurt from a judge from the start
how I'ma hide from this mark
this nigga made my die in my arms
had to put a slug in his
mother fuck that
it was just a on his part
my boy was and ambitious
his dreams and wishes
try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
here come the big pay
looking up on the for the black and gray strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go him
even if a hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at and die with him
control them pains
now its time to them thangs
visions of the don't stay
empty the of am out right
come around
by the time the
of his nikes
I know it sound
but this put a hole in my soul
?never years stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
and I know he to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
no more reminising on the fun
balling and coming at bitches with lines
but this nigga ain't going to want
for the pain I'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
in all black and then
to run up on this
tip up on him jump
mission to kill armed with a full of steel
eyes with the fury
never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one turn into 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
in the mist of the
is that little ? got shot
all because of my motive for