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 him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who bullets entered
Two of em through but one didn't, son's finished
You the life 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 hollas loud, stays
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do
of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They had no probs
Somehow rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different personalities had to
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 mean to murk him
Your a virgin
Streets are of em
Read the
murderer
You just an murderer

We up doing graffiti
Now hollow getting heated
in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to profits
I they got on binoculars
But em all, we balling til they come lock us up
Twenty to I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich
suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my
Cut a check; I use your for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go your soul
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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

Accident murderer, murderer
You just an murderer

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the
a swisha, we miss ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the
How they kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of minds, that I'm guessing
me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them when they was
I to test them
Make em throw up hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see now they repping
But they cold-blooded,
where the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little
Can't hang with these little niggas, they killing, reckless
Wish I could build him, but will he change really
real killers
I think of Perry
Think of my Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to him

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