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 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 that specific day
His style never hollas loud, reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got into it with dude who still to live out his old wild out days
They had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other like a bad massage
These two different had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas
You ask why, of a

murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You mean to murk him
Your a virgin
are full of em
Read the
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 come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich
suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go your soul
This in control
God and I don't

murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You mean to murk him
Your a virgin
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident
You just an murderer

Accident murderer, murderer
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 gon' kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal with
Not a lot of knowledge inside of minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
Shooters I knew when they was babies
I used to test
Make em throw up hands, choke em out playing wrestling
em grow to a man
I see them now repping
But cold-blooded, homie
Wondering the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, little niggas
Can't hang with these little niggas, killing, they reckless
Wish I could build him, but will he change really
Some real
I think of Wayne
Think of my nigga
But you aren't a name to me you 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
are full of em
Read the
murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You mean to murk him
gun's a virgin
Streets are of em
Read the
murderer
You just an accident