Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll have the answers
I could the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying with the
Who that there, creeping
Who by the tree
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a day in hell fore they creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta niggas killed they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this war
This is a thunderstorm
guns went off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know it will come back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I will it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
Lear
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist that truly
His is the best
Cause his heart on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust your own
Live it and love it