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 to blast that man
You him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's
You the life of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was with him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the enemy specific day
His style never hollas loud, reclusive
Good dude, got that like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old out days
They never had no
Somehow they rubbed other wrong like a bad massage
These two personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent died
You ask why, of a

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

We grew up doing
Now hollow getting heated
in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to count
I they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they come us up
to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
Addicted to wealth, cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; Insh'Allah
of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, rims are for show, killer
You accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
Pay your tithes, alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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

Accident murderer, 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 made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal with
Not a lot of knowledge inside of minds, that I'm guessing
me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them when they was
I used to test
Make em throw up they hands, em out playing wrestling
em grow to a man
I see them now they
But cold-blooded, homie
Wondering where the respect
Can't play with these little niggas, little niggas
Can't with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he really
Some killers
I think of Wayne
Think of my Drawz
But you a name to me you ain't mean to kill him

Accident murderer, act you killed 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
Read the
Accident
You an accident murderer