Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You back
You thought you had it
You thought you had man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast man
You him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your entered
Two of em through but one didn't, son's finished
You took the of him
The part about it crazy, you was aight with him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the that specific day
His style never loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got into it dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no
Somehow rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas
You ask why, of a

Accident murderer, act like you killed on
brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to him
gun's a virgin
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident
You an accident murderer

We grew up doing
Now hollow heads heated
Seated in foreign cars, getting weeded
Proceeded to profits
I know got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we til they come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty
We the mob, Bob Marley all through the night
Addicted to wealth, cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich
Sweat suits, chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, stay alive, be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, go sell your soul
This in control
God forgives and I

murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You ain't mean to him
Your a virgin
are full of em
Read the
Accident
You just an murderer

murderer, accident murderer
You just an murderer

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
Vodka on the concrete
a swisha, we miss ya
And for that who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' kill beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
Shooters I knew them they was babies
I used to test
Make em up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see now they repping
But they cold-blooded,
Wondering the respect went
Can't play with these niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these little niggas, they killing, reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change
Some real
I think of Perry
Think of my nigga
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to him

Accident murderer, act like you killed on
brag, you put work in
You ain't to murk him
Your gun's a
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident murderer, act you killed on purpose
brag, you put work in
You ain't to murk him
gun's a virgin
Streets are of em
Read the
murderer
You just an accident