Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 parole
I did 4 and a half a and shit a nigga was dying
I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still
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 things
bags dropping
with plenty of for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home I'm alone
24 years and grown with a future
my heart was torn from the pain of back in the game
but I'd die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and
plotting on hitting stains
the mob runs through my veins
its too late for me to
streets got me deranged
strapped up and
ready to add on I can and can't avoid
plus big getting hot
constantly sneaking on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but pins got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing every breath
but I ain't going
its freedom or
that be my motive for

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[Liffy
now I know you the judge of life and
I evil or nothing
but done brought me pain and sorrow
so I'ma have to kill
let me count the ways I can repent
to stay holy and focused
but that in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
that be my for murder

I'ma these streets another day
I know the pain in my heart go away
these mother fuckers try to me
and won't nobdy my family
thats what he 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
cause life in the of the best
is to povertys bottomless pit
where bitch trick
and thirsty mother fuckers beat you out of you get
but it seems like everybodys trying to some type of come up quick
before its too late to get
and the I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like slick
with a thick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these in cases
as long as neither ones
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
turn straight
making all these bitches niggas their final tick
but that don't mean my minds
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
trees by the p's
and fuckin fine 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 hummer tank
so the haters who try to air me out come up blank
and I'ma have to sacrifice life
with a wrath thats than christ
and forces of life thats know to do to human eyesight
I guess its
moneys the of all evil
cause 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 hide love this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my
had to put a slug in his
mother fuck that
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was and ambitious
took his dreams and
try to do right but my attitude blast them bitches
all my sorrows in bottles of yack
and a ounce of dro want a rap
I'm to snap
come the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the black and strap
I'm and shit
I was hurt so bad I felt I had to go him
if a slug hit him
I was still enough to aim at myself and die with him
can't control them
now its to throw them thangs
visions of the stud stay
empty the clip of am out
ambulance around
by the the hypes
taking of his
I it sound cold
but bullet put a hole in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was 17 years old
and at the funeral I got to his mama's tears roll
and I know he used to sometimes
carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
no more reminising on the fun
balling and coming at with blunt lines
but this nigga ain't to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle this funk and this junk
fuck all
in all black and then
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed a fist full of steel
gleam with the fury
never thought I'd be facing to 2
in front of a team and a jury
how did one turn into 2
revenge had me thorugh hate
I stop
in the of the action
is when little ? got shot
all because of my motive for