Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You back
You thought you had it
You thought you had man
He saw you coming, he ran you tried to blast that man
You him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's
You took the of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was aight him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the that specific day
His style never loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look 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
never 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
Liars brag, you put 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
in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to profits
I know they got on
But em all, we balling til they come lock us up
to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley all through the night
to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a nigga;
Sweat suits, chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
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 forgives and I

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

Accident murderer, accident
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 made it home, shot in the dome
How gon' kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal with
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, I'm guessing
me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them when they was
I to test them
em throw up they 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 these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but he change really
Some real
I think of Wayne
Think of my Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to him

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