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 with 3 years
I did 4 and a half a slab and a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again to ball
waiting for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me to hear them things popping
bags dropping
with plenty of cane for oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home I'm alone
24 years and with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being in the game
but I'd die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to and cane
plotting on licks hitting
the mob runs through my veins
its too for me to change
these streets got me
strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices hot
they constantly sneaking on
they trying to me in unconscious
but them got popped
now got me on the run
every last breath
but I ain't back
its freedom or
that be my motive for

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[Liffy
now I know you the of life and death
I evil or nothing
but somebody brought me pain and sorrow
so have to kill something
let me count the ways I can repent
trying to stay holy and
but that evil in his eyes let me know nigga too bogus
that be my motive for

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

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9 times out of 10 you can Mays trying to hit a better lick
if it coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
life in the belly of the best
is to povertys bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of 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
anywhere they shit like riding
a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas in
as long as neither thick
I swear when I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
straight lunatic
making all these niggas hear their final tick
but that mean 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 mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil it
ain't nothing
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
and drive a bullet-proof hummer
so the next haters who try to air me out up blank
and have to sacrifice your life
with a wrath stronger than christ
and forces of life thats know to do damage to human
I its true
moneys the route of all
cause crooked or
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord knows I was hurt a judge from the start
how I'ma love from this mark
this made my homie die in my arms
had to put a in his heart
fuck that stuff
it was a grudge on his part
my boy was young and
took his and wishes
try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm to snap
here the big pay back
looking up on the for the black and gray strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go him
if a slug hit him
I was hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
control them pains
now its time to throw thangs
visions of the stud don't
empty the clip of am out
ambulance come
by the the hypes
of his nikes
I know it cold
but this bullet put a in my soul
?never shorties years
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
and I know he to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away sunshine
no more on the fun times
and coming at bitches with blunt lines
but this nigga going to want 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 armed a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me shooting thorugh
I stop
in the mist of the
is when that little ? got
all because of my for murder