Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm trying
not to fall and risk my again trying to ball
while waiting for this pussy ass job to
and it hopping
got me to hear them things popping
cash bags
with plenty of for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home I'm alone
24 years and grown a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being 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 runs through my veins
its too for me to change
these got me deranged
up and paranoid
ready to add on situations I can and can't
plus big getting hot
constantly 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 or death
be my motive for murder

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

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

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9 times out of 10 you can Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it coming 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
where bitch trick
and thirsty mother fuckers you out of everything 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 thick chick slobbing your
even if it means these niggas in cases
as long as neither thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear their final
but that mean my minds sick
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fine 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 ass'll stil blow it
bullshit ain't
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
and a bullet-proof hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out up blank
and I'ma to sacrifice your life
with a thats stronger than christ
and forces of life thats to do damage to human eyesight
I its true
moneys the of all evil
crooked or legal
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
how I'ma love 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 and ambitious
took his and wishes
try to do right but my attitude like blast bitches
drowning all my sorrows in of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here come the big pay
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I I had to go kill 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 thangs
visions of the stud don't
the clip of am out right
ambulance around
by the the hypes
taking of his
I know it sound
but this bullet put a hole in my
?never shorties years
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
and I know he used to wild
carry a 9 but you took away your
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at with blunt lines
but this nigga going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle this funk and this junk
all that
in all and then pumped
to run up on nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to kill with a fist full of steel
eyes with the fury
never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a team and a jury
how did one turn into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I stop
in the mist of the
is when that little ? got
all because of my for murder