Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the 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 that in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could tell me if you really to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
niggas killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
my nigga trust
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 cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns 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, years
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know 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 redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
Lets

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a lotta niggas
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
Lear
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist that truly
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live with it and it