Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
never have the answers
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
just aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying with the
Who over there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore they on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some niggas I can
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can never get
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see your mom's she still
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, been
Why I worry bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a in black
I be calm and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
Cause a life is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
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 rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a lotta niggas
dreams folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need or success
They say the artist that suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it