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
of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em through but one didn't, son's finished
You took the of him
The part it that's crazy, you was aight with him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he next to the enemy that specific day
His style never loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to out his old wild out days
They had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other 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 you killed on purpose
brag, you put work in
You ain't to murk him
Your gun's a
Streets are of em
Read the
Accident
You an accident murderer

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

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

Accident murderer, murderer
You just an murderer

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
spills on the concrete
Light a swisha, we ya
And for that girl who never it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' kill that beautiful
Violent adolescents, homicidal weapons
Not a lot of inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
me who you impressing
Shooters I them when 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 they cold-blooded,
Wondering the respect went
play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these niggas, they killing, they reckless
I could build with him, but will he change really
Some killers
I think of Wayne
Think of my nigga
But you aren't a to me you ain't mean to kill him

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