Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is corrupting 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 back in the world and its but I'm still trying
not to fall and my freedom again trying to ball
waiting for this pussy ass job to call
and it ain't
got me tipping to hear things popping
cash dropping
with plenty of cane for recopping oppurtunity
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at home cause I'm
24 years and with a future unknown
my was torn from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live a lane
so its to pistols and cane
on licks 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
big voices getting hot
they constantly on blocks
they trying to bring me in
but them pins got
now got me on the run
cherishing every breath
but I ain't going
its freedom or
that be my for murder

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

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

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9 times out of 10 you can find Mays to hit a better lick
if it ain't coming up the dopest shit
then I'm to cop the thickest brick
cause in the belly of the best
is equal to povertys pit
where bitch trick
and mother fuckers beat you out of everything you get
but it seems like everybodys to make some type of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the most I make is pick
anywhere they like riding slick
with a thick slobbing your dick
even if it means these niggas in cases
as long as ones thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a crucial rage a flick
turn straight
making all these bitches niggas hear their final
but that don't my minds sick
just I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's ease
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 blow it
ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this mil in the bank
and a bullet-proof hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out come up
and I'ma have to sacrifice life
with a wrath thats stronger christ
and forces of life thats know to do damage to eyesight
I its true
moneys the of all evil
crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the
and be my for murder

lord knows I was from a judge from the start
how I'ma love from this mark
this nigga made my homie die in my
had to put a in his heart
mother fuck that
it was just a on his part
my boy was and ambitious
his dreams and wishes
try to do right but my attitude like blast bitches
drowning all my in bottles of yack
and a quarter ounce of dro a rap
I'm to snap
here the big pay back
looking up on the dresser for the and gray 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 hurt to aim at myself and die with him
can't control them
now its time to them thangs
of the stud don't stay
empty the of am out right
ambulance come
by the time the
of his nikes
I know it cold
but this bullet put a in my soul
shorties years stole?
he was only 17 old
and at the I got to watch his mama's tears roll
and I know he to wild sometimes
carry a 9 but you away 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 handle this funk and dismantle this junk
all that
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 with the
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one murder turn 2
revenge had me shooting thorugh
I couldn't
in the mist of the
is when that ? got shot
all because of my for murder