Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

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

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

We up doing graffiti
Now hollow heads heated
Seated in foreign cars, getting weeded
Proceeded to count
I know got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we til they come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
Addicted to wealth, never turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's
of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining
In a hole, sell home, nigga go sell your soul
forty-five in control
God and I don't

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

Accident murderer, accident
You just an accident

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
spills on the concrete
Light a swisha, we 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 knowledge of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
Shooters I knew when they was babies
I used to them
em throw up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see them now they
But cold-blooded, homie
where the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little
Can't with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
I could build with him, but will he change really
Some killers
I think of Perry
Think of my nigga
But you aren't a 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
Your a virgin
are full of em
Read the
Accident murderer, act like you on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You mean to murk him
Your a virgin
Streets are of em
Read the
murderer
You just an murderer