Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still
not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
while waiting for pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear things popping
bags dropping
with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and grown with a unknown
my heart was torn from the of being back in the game
but I'd die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its to pistols and cane
plotting on hitting stains
the mob life runs my veins
its too for me to change
streets got me deranged
strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices hot
they sneaking on blocks
trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every breath
but I going back
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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now I know you the judge of life and
I ain't or nothing
but somebody done brought me pain and
so I'ma have to kill
let me count the that I can repent
to stay holy and focused
but that evil in his let me know that nigga too bogus
be my motive for murder

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

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9 out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it ain't up with the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
life in the belly of the best
is equal to povertys pit
where niggas trick
and thirsty fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make some of come up quick
before its too late to get
and the most I make is pick
anywhere they shit like slick
with a thick slobbing your dick
if it means fighting these niggas in cases
as as neither ones thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
turn straight
making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
but don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
trees by the p's
and fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the skilled
in the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll blow it
bullshit nothing
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
and drive a bullet-proof hummer
so the next haters who try to air me out come up
and I'ma have to sacrifice your
with a wrath stronger than christ
and forces of life thats know to do to human eyesight
I its true
moneys the of all evil
crooked or legal
its all by the eagle
and be my for murder

lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the
how I'ma hide love this mark
this nigga made my die in my arms
had to put a in his heart
mother that stuff
it was just a on his part
my boy was and ambitious
took his and wishes
try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the and gray 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 enough to aim at myself and die with him
control them pains
now its to throw them thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
ambulance come
by the time the
taking of his
I know it cold
but this bullet put a hole in my
?never shorties years
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's roll
and I he used to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away your
no reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at 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 pumped
to run up on nigga
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the
thought 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 mist of the
is that little ? got shot
all of my motive for murder