Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its a cold story repeated 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 scared to chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
will he shoot then 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 start dumping,
Cause he a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
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 I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my trust
I can never get
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons that how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your she still speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it will back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
Seen a niggas blow
dreams folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
Trust your own
Live it and love it