Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
Wonder will he shoot then you should where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
just aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a start 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 the milli
Who over there, creeping
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 fore they creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A I can trust
Shooters I can
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 more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont 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 worry him
watching my back
Plus telling I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I wonder will it
ride

3]
Its I listen to niggas 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 you in hood business
Seen a niggas blow
dreams folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist 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
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So from to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it