Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is slowly my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the and its hard 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 ain't
got me tipping to hear them things
cash bags
with plenty of cane for recopping knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home I'm alone
24 years and grown with a unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being back in the
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a
so its back to and cane
plotting on licks stains
the mob life through my veins
its too late for me to
these got me deranged
strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big getting hot
they sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but them got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing every breath
but I going back
its or death
that be my motive for

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[Liffy
now I know you the of life and death
I ain't evil or
but somebody done brought me and sorrow
so have to kill something
let me count the that I can repent
trying to holy and focused
but that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

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

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a lick
if it ain't up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the brick
life in the belly of the best
is equal to bottomless pit
where bitch niggas
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up
before its too to get straight
and the most I make is pick
anywhere they shit riding slick
with a chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas in
as long as ones thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
straight lunatic
making all bitches niggas hear their final tick
but don't mean my minds sick
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
trees by the p's
and fuckin fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a grill
I'll bet his 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 I'ma have to sacrifice your
a wrath thats stronger than christ
and forces of life thats know to do damage to human
I its true
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 hide love from this mark
this made my homie die in my arms
had to put a slug in his
mother fuck that
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was young and
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
come the big pay back
looking up on the for the black and gray strap
I'm crying and
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 and die with him
control them pains
now its time to throw them
visions of the stud don't
empty the of am out right
ambulance around
by the the hypes
of his nikes
I know it sound
but this put a hole in my soul
?never shorties stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to watch his tears roll
and I he used to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you away 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 I'ma handle this funk and dismantle this
fuck all
in all black and pumped
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed with a full of steel
eyes gleam with the
never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one murder into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I stop
in the mist of the
is that little ? got shot
all of my motive for murder