Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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 cock it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying with the
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better safe sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore they on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we this war
This is a thunderstorm
guns went off
I see your she still speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
I be calm and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its redundant
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of 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 relate to what an eagle
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta dreams
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I need or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the Fresh and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it