Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You cocked
You thought you had it
You thought you had man
He saw you coming, he ran when you 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 the life of him
The part about it crazy, you was aight with him
Tight him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the that specific day
His style hollas loud, stays reclusive
dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out
They never had no
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong a bad massage
These two different had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent died
You ask why, of a

Accident murderer, act 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 just an murderer

We grew up doing
Now heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, getting weeded
to count profits
I know they got on
But fuck em all, we balling til they lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley all through the night
Addicted to wealth, cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, chrome are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some chips
In a hole, sell your home, 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 mean to murk him
Your gun's a
are full of em
Read the
Accident
You just an murderer

Accident murderer, accident
You just an murderer

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

Accident murderer, act like you on purpose
brag, you put work in
You ain't to murk him
gun's 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
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident
You just an accident