Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
never have the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
Wonder will he shoot you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could tell me if you really came to me
Be the nigga looking
with the milli
Who that there, creeping
Who homie by the
Better than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in hell they creep on me
Its a every premonition
niggas killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
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 know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont know I aint cool her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
Constantly my back
Plus telling I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come
Even if Im in the
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
tattoos 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 an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too left to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
his heart bleed 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, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it