Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its but I'm still trying
not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
while for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear them popping
cash bags
with plenty of for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at cause I'm alone
24 and grown with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
so its to pistols and cane
plotting on hitting stains
the mob life runs through my
its too for me to change
these got me deranged
strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices hot
they constantly sneaking on
they trying to bring me in
but them got popped
now got me on the run
every last breath
but I ain't back
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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[Liffy
now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't or nothing
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 eyes let me that nigga too bogus
that be my motive for

I'ma survive streets another day
I know the pain in my heart go away
these mother try to murder me
and won't hurt my family
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 coming up the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the of the best
is equal to bottomless pit
where bitch niggas
and thirsty fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like trying to make some type of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the I make is final pick
they shit like riding slick
with a thick chick your dick
even if it means fighting niggas in cases
as long as ones thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
turn lunatic
all these bitches niggas hear their final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled
within in the 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 hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out come up
and have to sacrifice your life
a wrath thats stronger than christ
and forces of life thats to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
the route of all evil
cause crooked or
its all manipulated by the
and be my motive for

lord knows I was from a judge from the start
how I'ma hide love from mark
this made my homie die in my arms
had to put a slug in his
mother fuck that
it was just a on his part
my boy was young and
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude like blast bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm crying and
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at and die with him
control them pains
now its to throw them thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the clip of am out
ambulance around
by the time the
of his nikes
I it sound cold
but bullet put a hole in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was 17 years 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 reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches blunt lines
but nigga ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle this funk and this junk
fuck all
in all black and then
to run up on nigga
tip up on him then
mission to armed with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the
never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one turn into 2
revenge had me shooting hate
I couldn't
in the mist of the
is that little ? got shot
all because of my for murder