Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I want a I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga trust
I can never get
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons that know how to spot out a 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 this war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your mom's she still
She dont know I aint with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
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 statute of limitation on a
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A caterpillar cant to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit down man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a lotta blow
dreams folded
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
They say the artist that truly
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live it and love it