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 that man
You him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, 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 enemy specific day
His style never loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do
of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad
These two different personalities had to
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas
You ask why, of a

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 just an murderer

We grew up graffiti
Now hollow heads getting
Seated in foreign cars, constantly weeded
Proceeded to profits
I they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all the night
Addicted to wealth, never turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; Insh'Allah
of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You niggas accidental, in back 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 soul
This in control
God forgives and I

murderer, act like 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 an accident murderer

murderer, accident murderer
You just an accident

Yo, for my that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the
Light a swisha, we ya
And for girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal with
Not a lot of knowledge 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 the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little
Can't hang with these niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could with him, but will he change really
Some killers
I of Wayne Perry
Think of my Drawz
But you aren't a to me you ain't mean to kill him

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