Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its like a cold story over and over
In the winters of my
This be real man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo up yall
Thats my niggas there

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never the answers
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that in him
just aint in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few machine guns close, we squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt attention


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons that how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your she still speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I love or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So from infant to
Trust your own
with it and love it