Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my
Im 2 months out the joint on walking with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was
I'm back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
while for this pussy ass job to call
and it hopping
got me tipping to them things popping
cash dropping
with plenty of cane for recopping knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being back in the
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and like a lane
so its back to and cane
plotting on licks hitting
the mob life runs my veins
its too late for me to
these streets got me
up and paranoid
ready to add on situations I can and avoid
plus big voices hot
they sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing last breath
but I ain't back
its or death
be my motive for murder

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

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

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better
if it ain't up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the brick
cause life in the belly of the
is equal to povertys pit
bitch niggas trick
and thirsty fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys to make some type of come up quick
before its too late to get
and the most I is final pick
anywhere they shit like slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these in cases
as long as neither thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
turn lunatic
making all these bitches niggas 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 fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the poets
within in the mask up for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
bullshit ain't
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 sacrifice life
with a wrath thats stronger than
and forces of life thats to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
moneys the route of all
cause or legal
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord knows I was from 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 that stuff
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
and a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to
here come the big pay
looking up on the dresser for the black and gray
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 throw them
visions of the stud don't
empty the of am out right
come around
by the time the
of his nikes
I know it cold
but this bullet put a in my soul
?never years stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
and I know he to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away sunshine
no reminising on the fun times
balling and at bitches with blunt lines
but this ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle this and dismantle this junk
all that
in all and then pumped
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed with a fist of steel
eyes with the fury
never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
in the mist of the
is when that little ? got
all of my motive for murder