Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Me

Liffy
the stress of everyday living is slowly my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers with 3 years parole
I did 4 and a a slab and shit a nigga was dying
I'm back 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 hopping
got me to hear them things popping
cash bags
with plenty of for recopping oppurtunity knocking
its I'm on
I cry when I'm at cause I'm alone
24 years and with a future unknown
my heart was torn from the pain of back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and like a lane
so its to pistols and cane
plotting on licks 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
big voices getting hot
they constantly on blocks
they to bring me in unconscious
but pins got popped
now got me on the run
cherishing every breath
but I ain't going
its or death
that be my for murder

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[Liffy
now I you the judge of life and death
I ain't evil or
but somebody brought me pain and sorrow
so I'ma to kill something
let me count the ways I can repent
to stay holy and focused
but evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
that be my motive for

I'ma survive these another day
I the pain in my heart won't 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 better
if it coming up with the dopest shit
then I'm trying to cop the thickest
cause in the belly of the best
is equal to povertys pit
where bitch niggas
and thirsty mother beat you out of everything you get
but it like everybodys trying to make some type of come up quick
its too late to get straight
and the most I is final pick
anywhere shit like riding slick
with a thick chick slobbing your
even if it means fighting these in cases
as long as neither thick
cause I swear I get hit
I go in a rage like a flick
straight lunatic
making all bitches niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds
just cause I'm by a lot of cheese
when by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's and 3's with
for sho the skilled
within in the up kill for it
whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb stil blow it
ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this first mil in the
and a bullet-proof hummer tank
so the next haters who try to air me out up blank
and I'ma have to your life
with a wrath thats stronger christ
and forces of thats know to do damage to human eyesight
I guess its
moneys the of all evil
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 love from mark
nigga made my homie die in my arms
had to put a in his heart
mother fuck that
it was just a grudge on his
my boy was young and
took his and wishes
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 bout to
here come the big pay
up on the dresser for the black 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 hurt enough to aim at myself and die with him
control them pains
now its time to them thangs
visions of the don't stay
empty the of am out right
come around
by the time the
taking of his
I know it sound
but this put a hole in my soul
?never shorties stole?
he was 17 years 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 took away sunshine
no more reminising on the fun
balling and coming at bitches with blunt
but this nigga ain't going to want
for the pain I'ma this funk and dismantle this junk
fuck all
in all black and then
to run up on this
tip up on him then
mission to armed with a fist full of steel
eyes with the fury
thought I'd be facing to 2 mothers
in front of a prosecuting team and a
how did one turn into 2
revenge had me shooting thorugh
I couldn't
in the mist of the
is when little ? got shot
all of my motive for murder