Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
never have the answers
I could the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
just 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 really came to me
Be the nigga looking
with the milli
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better than 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 every
Lotta niggas killed they wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
my nigga trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont know I aint with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes real men to beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, been
Why I worry bout him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will back
if Im in the right
Cause a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder will it
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live with it and it