Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the future of a how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he gonna 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
with the milli
Who that there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a every premonition
niggas killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
guns went off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
day I put a family in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I wonder it change
Lets

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