Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You cocked
You thought you had it
You thought you had man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to that man
You missed him by inches, he
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets
Two of em through but one didn't, son's finished
You the life 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 hollas loud, reclusive
Good dude, got that look he always about to do shit
Side of his toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it with who still tried to live out his old wild out days
never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed other wrong like a bad massage
These two different personalities had to
Niggas could not aim and innocent died
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 graffiti
Now heads getting heated
in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to profits
I know got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they lock us up
Twenty to I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
Addicted to wealth, never turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, chrome are for show, killer
You accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
Pay tithes, stay 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 sell soul
This in control
God forgives and I

Accident murderer, act like you killed on
Liars brag, you put in
You mean to murk him
gun's a virgin
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident
You an accident murderer

Accident murderer, murderer
You just an murderer

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

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