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 was dying
I'm finally in the world and its hard but I'm still trying
not to and risk my freedom again trying to ball
while waiting for this ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to them things popping
bags dropping
with plenty of cane for oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry I'm at home cause I'm alone
24 years and grown a future unknown
my heart was torn the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and like a lane
so its back to and cane
plotting on licks hitting
the mob runs through my veins
its too late for me to
streets got me deranged
strapped up and
to add on situations I can and can't avoid
plus big voices hot
they constantly sneaking on
they trying to bring me in
but them got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing last breath
but I ain't back
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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[Liffy
now I know you the of life and death
I ain't or nothing
but somebody done brought me and sorrow
so I'ma have to something
let me the ways that I can repent
trying to holy and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me that nigga too bogus
that be my for murder

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

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays trying to hit a better
if it coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause life in the belly of the
is equal to bottomless pit
where bitch niggas
and thirsty mother fuckers 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 shit like riding
a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it fighting these niggas in cases
as long as ones thick
cause I when I get hit
I go in a crucial like a flick
straight lunatic
making all these bitches niggas hear their tick
but that mean my minds sick
cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fine and 3's with ease
for sho the poets
within in the mask up for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his ass'll stil blow it
bullshit nothing
I'm to get this first mil in the bank
and drive a hummer tank
so the next who try to air me out come up blank
and I'ma have to your life
with a thats stronger than christ
and forces of life thats to do damage to human eyesight
I its true
moneys the of all evil
cause crooked or
its all manipulated by the
and be my for murder

lord knows I was hurt from a from the start
how I'ma love from this mark
nigga made my homie die in my arms
had to put a in his heart
mother fuck stuff
it was just a grudge on his
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 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 still hurt to aim at myself and die with him
can't control them
now its to throw them thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
come around
by the time the
taking of his
I it sound cold
but this put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years
he was only 17 old
and at the I got to watch his mama's tears roll
and I he used to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you took your sunshine
no more on the fun times
balling and coming at with blunt lines
but nigga ain't going to want mine
for the pain I'ma handle funk and dismantle this junk
all that
in all and then pumped
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to kill armed with a fist full of
eyes gleam the fury
never thought I'd be to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one turn into 2
had me shooting thorugh hate
I couldn't
in the mist of the
is when that little ? got
all because of my for murder