Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You back
You thought you had it
You you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran you tried 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 but one didn't, son's finished
You took the of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was aight him
Tight him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the that specific day
His never hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look he always about to do shit
Side of his toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it with dude who tried to live out his old wild out days
They had no probs
Somehow they each other wrong like a bad massage
These two personalities had to collide
could not aim and innocent niggas died
You ask why, of a

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
Accident
You just an murderer

We up doing graffiti
Now hollow heads getting
Seated in cars, constantly getting weeded
to count profits
I they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they come us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a nigga;
Sweat suits, chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in of the limo
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be my clique
Cut a I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your
This forty-five in
God forgives and I

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

Accident murderer, murderer
You an accident murderer

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

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