Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll have the answers
I could the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging just in him
language is off, hes soft
But niggas 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 quiet looking
Laying the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta niggas killed they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga trust
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 fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes real men to beef
End it hugs
We our dead, been years
Why should I bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a in black
I be calm and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never been in my
A caterpillar cant relate to what an envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta folded
wasnt humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask myself do I need love or
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live it and love it