Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the on papers walking 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 hard but I'm still
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to
while waiting for this ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear them things
bags dropping
with plenty of cane for oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at cause I'm alone
24 years and grown 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 pistols and
plotting on licks stains
the mob runs through my veins
its too late for me to
these got me deranged
strapped up and
ready to add on situations I can and avoid
plus big getting hot
they constantly on blocks
trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every last
but I going back
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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[Liffy
now I know you the judge of and death
I evil or nothing
but somebody done me pain and sorrow
so I'ma to kill something
let me count the ways that I can
trying to stay holy and
but that evil in his eyes let me that nigga too bogus
that be my for murder

I'ma survive streets another day
I know the pain in my heart go away
mother fuckers try to murder me
and nobdy hurt my family
what he gotta die

[end

9 out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't coming up with the dopest
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the belly of the
is equal to bottomless pit
where bitch trick
and mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to some type of come up quick
before its too to get straight
and the I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like riding
with a thick chick slobbing your
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as as neither ones thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
turn lunatic
making all these niggas hear their final tick
but don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
trees by the p's
and fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled
within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a grill
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
ain't nothing
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
and drive a bullet-proof hummer
so the next who try to air me out come up blank
and have to sacrifice your life
with a wrath thats stronger christ
and forces of life thats know to do to human eyesight
I its true
moneys the route of all
cause crooked or
its all manipulated by the
and be my motive for

lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
how I'ma hide love this mark
this nigga my homie die in my arms
had to put a slug in his
mother fuck that
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was young and
his dreams and wishes
try to do right but my attitude like them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
come the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm and shit
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was still hurt to aim at myself and die with him
can't control pains
now its time to throw them
visions of the don't stay
empty the clip of am out
ambulance around
by the the hypes
taking of his
I it sound cold
but bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties 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 away your sunshine
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at with blunt lines
but this nigga ain't to want mine
for the pain handle this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
in all and then pumped
to run up on nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to armed with a fist full of steel
eyes with the fury
never thought I'd be facing to 2
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I couldn't
in the mist of the
is when that ? got shot
all because of my motive for