Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday living is corrupting 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 it's but I'm still trying
Not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to
While waiting for pussy ass job to call
And it hopping
Got me tipping to hear things popping
Cash bags
With plenty of for recopping oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause 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 my hussle on and live like a lane
So it's to pistols and cane
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob life through my veins
Its too for me to change
These got me deranged
up and paranoid
Ready to add on situations I can and avoid
Plus big getting hot
They constantly on blocks
They to bring me in unconscious
But pins got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every breath
But I ain't back
Its or death
That be my motive for

*liffy
Now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't evil or
But done brought me pain and sorrow
So i'ma to kill something
Let me count the ways I can repent
to stay holy and focused
But evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

I'ma survive these streets day
I know the pain in my won't go away
These mother fuckers try to me
And won't hurt my family
Thats what he die

9 times out of 10 you can find mays to hit a better lick
If it coming up with the dopest shit
I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
Cause life in the of the best
Is to povertys bottomless pit
Where bitch niggas
And thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
But it seems like everybodys to make some type of come up quick
Before it's too to get straight
And the most I make is final
Anywhere they shit riding slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
Even if it means fighting these in cases
As long as neither ones
Cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
Turn straight
Making all these bitches hear their final tick
But that don't mean my minds
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
When by the p's
And fuckin fine and 3's with ease
For sho the poets
Within in the up kill for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll blow it
Bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
And drive a bullet-proof hummer
So the haters who try to air me out come up blank
And i'ma have to your life
With a wrath thats stronger christ
And forces of life thats know to do to human eyesight
I it's true
the route of all evil
Cause or legal
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 this mark
nigga made my homie die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother fuck stuff
It was just a grudge on his
My boy was young and
Took his dreams and
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 the big pay back
up on the dresser for the black and gray strap
I'm crying and
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 myself and die him
Can't control pains
Now it's time to them thangs
of the stud don't stay
Empty the clip of am out
Ambulance come
By the time the
Taking of his
I know it cold
But this bullet put a hole in my
? never years stole?
He was 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
And I know he used to sometimes
Carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
No more reminising on the fun
Balling and at bitches with blunt lines
But nigga ain't going to want mine
For the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
Fuck all
In all black and then
To run up on this
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill armed with a fist full of
Eyes with the fury
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In front of a prosecuting and a jury
How did one murder into 2
Revenge had me shooting thorugh
I stop
In the mist of the
Is when that ? got shot
All of my motive for murder