Luyện nghe bài hát Motive for Murder

*liffy
The stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years
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 to ball
While waiting for this pussy ass job to
And it hopping
Got me tipping to them things popping
Cash bags
With of cane for recopping oppurtunity knocking
Its I'm on
I cry when I'm at cause I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future
My heart was from the pain of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
So it's back to pistols and
Plotting on hitting stains
The mob life runs my veins
Its too late for me to
These got me deranged
Strapped up and
Ready to add on situations I can and can't
Plus big voices hot
They constantly on blocks
They to bring me in unconscious
But pins got popped
Now got me on the run
Cherishing every last
But I going 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 have to kill something
Let me count the ways I can repent
Trying to stay holy and
But evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
That be my for murder

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

9 times out of 10 you can find mays to hit a better lick
If it ain't coming up with the shit
Then I'm to cop the thickest brick
Cause life in the of the best
Is equal to bottomless pit
Where bitch trick
And thirsty mother fuckers you out of everything you get
But it like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
Before it's too late to get
And the most I is final pick
they shit like riding slick
With a thick chick slobbing dick
Even if it means these niggas in cases
As long as neither thick
Cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
Turn straight
Making all bitches niggas hear their final tick
But that mean my minds sick
Just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
When by the p's
And fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
For sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
Bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
And drive a hummer tank
So the next haters who try to air me out up blank
And i'ma have to sacrifice life
With a wrath thats stronger than
And forces of life thats know to do to human eyesight
I guess it's
Moneys the of all evil
Cause or legal
Its all manipulated by the
And be my for murder

Lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
How i'ma hide from this mark
This nigga made my die in my arms
Had to put a in his heart
Mother that stuff
It was a grudge on his part
My boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
Try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm to snap
come the big pay back
Looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm crying and
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 and die with him
Can't control them
Now time to throw them thangs
Visions of the stud stay
Empty the clip of am out
Ambulance around
By the time the
Taking of his
I it sound cold
But this put a hole in my soul
? never shorties years
He was 17 years old
And at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
And I know he used to wild
Carry a 9 but you away your sunshine
No reminising on the fun times
Balling and at bitches with blunt lines
But this nigga ain't going to mine
For the pain i'ma handle this funk and dismantle junk
Fuck all
In all and then pumped
To run up on this
Tip up on him jump
Mission to kill with a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
Never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
In of a prosecuting team and a jury
How did one murder into 2
Revenge had me shooting hate
I stop
In the of the action
Is that little ? got shot
All because of my motive for