Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is slowly my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to fall and risk my freedom trying to ball
while for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear them things
cash 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 with a unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of being back in the
but I'd rather die getting my on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and
on licks hitting stains
the mob life through my veins
its too late for me to
streets got me deranged
strapped up and
ready to add on situations I can and avoid
plus big voices hot
constantly sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every last
but I ain't going
its freedom or
that be my 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 I'ma to kill something
let me count the ways that I can
trying to holy and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too
that be my motive for

I'ma these streets another day
I know the pain in my heart won't go
these mother try to murder me
and won't hurt my family
what 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 with the dopest
then I'm trying to cop the thickest
life in the belly of the best
is equal to bottomless pit
bitch niggas trick
and thirsty mother fuckers you out of everything you get
but it seems like trying to make some type of come up quick
before its too to get straight
and the most I is final pick
anywhere they like riding slick
with a thick chick your dick
even if it means fighting these in cases
as long as ones thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage like a
straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fine fee's and 3's with ease
for sho the poets
within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed
I'll bet his dumb ass'll stil it
bullshit ain't
I'm trying to get first mil in the bank
and a bullet-proof hummer tank
so the haters who try to air me out come up blank
and have to sacrifice your life
with a wrath thats stronger christ
and of life thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
moneys the route of all
cause or legal
its all manipulated by the
and be my motive for

lord I was hurt from a judge from the start
how I'ma hide from this mark
this nigga my homie die in my arms
had to put a slug in his
fuck that stuff
it was a grudge on his part
my boy was young and
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude 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
up on the dresser for the black and gray strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I I had to go kill him
if a slug hit him
I was hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
can't control pains
now its to throw them thangs
visions of the stud don't
the clip of am out right
ambulance come
by the the hypes
of his nikes
I know it cold
but this bullet put a hole in my
?never shorties stole?
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to watch his mama's tears
and I know he used to sometimes
carry a 9 but you took away your
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at 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 nigga
tip up on him then
mission to kill with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam the fury
never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in of a prosecuting team and a jury
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me shooting hate
I couldn't
in the of the action
is when little ? got shot
all because of my motive for