Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You back
You thought you had it
You thought you had man
He saw you coming, he ran when you to blast that man
You him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em through but one didn't, son's finished
You the life of him
The part it that's crazy, you was aight with him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing to the enemy that specific day
His style never hollas loud, reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no
Somehow they rubbed each wrong like a bad massage
These two personalities had to collide
Niggas not aim and innocent niggas died
You ask why, of a

Accident murderer, act like you on purpose
brag, you put work in
You mean to murk him
Your gun's a
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident
You just an murderer

We up doing graffiti
Now heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting
to count profits
I know they got on
But fuck em all, we til they come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
Addicted to wealth, never cold to war
a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich
suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, in back of the limo
Pay your tithes, stay alive, be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell soul
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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
the bulletin
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 that girl who never made it home, in the dome
How they gon' kill beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge of they minds, that I'm guessing
me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them they was babies
I used to test
em throw up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see now they repping
But cold-blooded, homie
Wondering the respect went
Can't with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build him, but will he change really
Some killers
I think of Wayne
Think of my Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't to kill him

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