Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my
This shit be man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo what up
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 should where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft niggas all a start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to me
Be the nigga looking
Laying the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who by the tree
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
Damn my trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
Goons know how to spot 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 been so
Cant remember how we this war
This is a ever-lasting
guns went off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus telling I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will back
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I will it change
ride

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit down man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a lotta niggas
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask do I need love or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust your own
with it and love it