Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I want a bitch I can
niggas I can trust
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can never get
A I can trust
I can trust
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 true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a in black
I be calm and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
tattoos of my niggas names
I wonder will it
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an eagle
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta folded
wasnt humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
Lear
I ask do I need love or success
They say the that truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live with it and it