Luyện nghe bài hát Accident Murderers

You cocked
You you had it planned
You you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran you tried to blast that man
You missed him by inches, he
Some of his on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull but one didn't, son's finished
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 next to the that specific day
His style hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one raised
Got it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
never had no probs
Somehow they each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas
You ask why, of a

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

We grew up graffiti
Now heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting
Proceeded to count
I they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the
Addicted to wealth, cold turkey to war
a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich
suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show,
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my
Cut a check; I use bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go your soul
This in control
God and I don't

Accident murderer, act you killed on purpose
brag, you put work in
You mean to murk him
Your a virgin
are full of em
Read the
murderer
You an accident murderer

murderer, accident murderer
You an accident murderer

Yo, for my that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the
a swisha, we miss ya
And for that who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they kill that beautiful sista
adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you
I knew them when they was babies
I used to them
Make em throw up hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em to a man
I see them now they
But cold-blooded, homie
where the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta niggas
Can't hang with little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he really
real killers
I of Wayne Perry
Think of my nigga
But you aren't a name to me you mean to kill him

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