Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll have the answers
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
will he shoot then you should study 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 niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying with the
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few machine close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I aint with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We buried our dead, been
Why should I bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas telling I
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
What was it 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 will it change
Lets

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