Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

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 slab and shit a nigga was
I'm back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my again trying to ball
while waiting for pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to them things popping
cash bags
with plenty of cane for recopping knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at cause I'm alone
24 and grown with a future unknown
my heart was from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a
so its back to and cane
on licks hitting stains
the mob runs through my veins
its too for me to change
streets got me deranged
strapped up and
ready to add on situations I can and can't
plus big getting hot
they constantly on blocks
they to bring me in unconscious
but them got popped
now got me on the run
every last breath
but I going back
its freedom or
be my motive for murder

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[Liffy
now I you the judge 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 for murder

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

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a lick
if it ain't coming up the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the thickest
cause life in the of the best
is equal to povertys pit
where niggas trick
and thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like trying to make some type of come up quick
before its too late to get
and the I make is final pick
they shit like riding slick
with a chick slobbing your 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 like a
turn straight
making all these niggas hear their final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
for sho the skilled
within in the up kill for it
I'll a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get this first mil in the
and drive a hummer tank
so the haters who try to air me out come up blank
and I'ma have to sacrifice your
a wrath thats stronger than christ
and forces of life know to do damage to human eyesight
I its true
moneys the route of all
crooked or legal
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the
how I'ma love from this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my
had to put a in his heart
mother fuck stuff
it was a grudge on his part
my boy was and ambitious
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude like blast them
drowning all my sorrows in bottles of
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm bout to
here come the big pay
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm crying and
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
can't control pains
now its time to throw thangs
visions of the stud stay
empty the of am out right
ambulance come
by the time the
of his nikes
I know it sound
but this put a hole in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the I got to watch his mama's tears roll
and I know he used to wild
carry a 9 but you took away 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 this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
in all black and then
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed a fist full of steel
eyes with the fury
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one turn into 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
in the mist of the
is when little ? got shot
all because of my motive for