Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

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

Accident murderer, act like you on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You mean to murk him
Your gun's a
Streets are of em
Read the
Accident
You just an murderer

We grew up doing
Now hollow getting heated
Seated in cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to count
I they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they come us up
to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marlin' all through the night
to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, stay alive, be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go your soul
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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

murderer, accident murderer
You just an accident

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 kill that beautiful sista
adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
Shooters I them when they was babies
I to test them
Make em throw up they hands, em out playing wrestling
em grow to a man
I see them now they
But cold-blooded, homie
Wondering where the went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta niggas
Can't hang with little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he really
real killers
I think of Wayne
Think of my Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you mean to kill him

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