Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm trying
not to fall and risk my freedom again trying to
while waiting for this ass job to call
and it hopping
got me tipping to hear them popping
cash bags
with of cane for recopping oppurtunity 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 torn from the pain of being in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live a lane
so its back to and cane
plotting on hitting stains
the mob life through my veins
its too for me to change
these streets got me
up and paranoid
ready to add on situations I can and avoid
big voices getting hot
they sneaking on blocks
trying to bring me in unconscious
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every last
but I ain't back
its or death
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 done brought me pain and
so have to kill something
let me the ways that I can repent
trying to holy and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me know nigga too bogus
that be my motive for

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

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays to hit a better lick
if it coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the brick
cause life in the belly of the
is equal to bottomless pit
where niggas trick
and mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to make some type of come up
its too late to get straight
and the most I make is pick
anywhere they like riding slick
a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it fighting these niggas in cases
as long as neither ones
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
turn straight
all these bitches niggas hear their final tick
but that don't my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
for sho the poets
within in the mask up for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a 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 come up
and I'ma have to sacrifice your
with a wrath thats than christ
and forces of life know to do damage to human eyesight
I its true
the route of all evil
cause crooked or
its all by the eagle
and be my motive for

lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the
how I'ma hide love from this
this nigga my homie die in my arms
had to put a in his heart
mother that stuff
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was and ambitious
took his dreams and
try to do but my attitude like blast them bitches
drowning all my sorrows in of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
here come the big pay
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm crying and
I was so bad I felt I had to go kill him
even if a hit him
I was still hurt enough to aim at and die with him
can't them pains
now its to throw them thangs
visions of the stud don't
the clip of am out right
ambulance come
by the time the
taking of his
I know it cold
but bullet put a hole in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was only 17 old
and at the funeral I got to watch his tears roll
and I he used to wild sometimes
a 9 but you took away your sunshine
no reminising on the fun times
balling and coming at bitches blunt lines
but this nigga ain't to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle funk and dismantle this junk
fuck all
in all black and then
to run up on nigga
tip up on him jump
mission to armed with a fist full of steel
eyes gleam with the
never I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting and a jury
how did one murder into 2
revenge had me shooting hate
I stop
in the of the action
is when that ? got shot
all because of my motive for