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 blast man
You missed him by inches, he
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets
Two of em through but one didn't, son's finished
You took the of him
The part about it crazy, you was aight with him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the enemy specific day
His style never hollas loud, reclusive
Good dude, got look like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old out days
They had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong a bad massage
These two different had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas
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
Streets are of em
the bulletin
Accident
You just an accident

We grew up doing
Now heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly weeded
Proceeded to profits
I know they got on
But fuck em all, we balling til come lock us up
to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; Insh'Allah
of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug
New Benz, chrome are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in of the limo
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be my clique
Cut a check; I use bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go your soul
forty-five in control
God forgives and I

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
the bulletin
Accident
You an accident murderer

murderer, accident murderer
You just an accident

Yo, for my nigga got killed, got hit up
Vodka on the concrete
a swisha, we miss ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the
How they kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
I knew them when they was babies
I used to test
Make em throw up they hands, choke em out playing
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 these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I build with him, but will he change really
Some real
I of Wayne Perry
of my nigga Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you mean to kill him

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