Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You cocked
You you had it planned
You thought you had man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast 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, finished
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 look 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 they rubbed each other like a bad massage
These two personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent died
You ask why, of a

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
the bulletin
Accident
You an accident murderer

We up doing 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 come us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's
Memoirs of a rich
suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
Pay tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, your home, nigga go sell your soul
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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

Accident murderer, accident
You an accident murderer

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the
a swisha, we miss ya
And for that girl who made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, with weapons
Not a lot of inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
Shooters I knew them when was babies
I to test them
Make em throw up they hands, choke em out wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see them now they
But they cold-blooded,
Wondering where the respect
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta niggas
Can't hang these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
I could build with him, but will he change really
Some killers
I of Wayne Perry
of my nigga Drawz
But you a name to me you ain't mean to kill him

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