Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
guns went off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come
Even if Im in the
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just of my niggas names
I will it change
ride

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me you in hood business
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask do I need love or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the Fresh and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live with it and it