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 missed him by inches, he
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets
Two of em pull through but one didn't, finished
You took the of him
The about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing to the enemy that specific day
His style never hollas loud, stays
Good dude, got that look like he 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
They never had no
they rubbed 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 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
Accident
You just an murderer

We up doing graffiti
Now heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting
Proceeded to count
I know got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live that's Insh'Allah
of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell soul
This forty-five in
God and I don't

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

murderer, accident 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 girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, I'm guessing
Tell me who you
Shooters I them when they was babies
I used to them
em throw up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see them now they
But they cold-blooded,
Wondering where the respect
play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change
real 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 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 murderer, act you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put in
You ain't mean to him
Your a virgin
are full of em
Read the
murderer
You just an accident