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 to blast that man
You missed him by inches, he
Some of his boys on the was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's
You took the of him
The part about it crazy, you was aight with him
Tight him, why was he in the way
Why was he next to the enemy that specific day
His style hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out
never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other like a bad massage
two different personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and niggas died
You ask why, of a

Accident murderer, act like you on purpose
brag, you put work in
You mean to murk him
Your a virgin
are full of em
Read the
murderer
You just an murderer

We grew up graffiti
Now hollow getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly weeded
to count profits
I know got on binoculars
But em all, we balling til they come lock us up
to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
Addicted to wealth, never cold to war
a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a nigga;
suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You niggas accidental, in back of the limo
Pay your tithes, alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go your soul
This forty-five in
God forgives and I

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

murderer, accident murderer
You an accident murderer

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the
Light a swisha, we ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the
How they gon' kill that beautiful
adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge of they minds, that I'm guessing
me who you impressing
Shooters I knew when they was babies
I used to them
Make em throw up they hands, em out playing wrestling
em grow to a man
I see them now repping
But cold-blooded, homie
where the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, little niggas
Can't hang with little niggas, they killing, they reckless
I could build with him, but will he change really
Some real
I think of Perry
of my nigga Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to him

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