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 tried to blast man
You him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's
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 to the enemy that specific day
His never hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow
Got into it with dude who still to live out his old wild out days
never had no probs
Somehow they each other wrong like a bad massage
These two personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent died
You ask why, of a

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

We up doing graffiti
Now hollow heads heated
in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to count
I they got on binoculars
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
Addicted to wealth, never turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's
Memoirs of a nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, chrome are for show, killer
You accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some chips
In a hole, sell home, nigga go sell your soul
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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

Accident murderer, accident
You just an murderer

Yo, for my that got killed, got hit up
spills on the concrete
Light a swisha, we ya
And for that who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' kill that sista
adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm
Tell me who you
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 them now repping
But cold-blooded, homie
Wondering where the went
Can't play with little niggas, gangsta little niggas
hang with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change
real killers
I of Wayne Perry
Think of my Drawz
But you a name to me you ain't mean to kill him

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