Luyện nghe bài hát Trust My Gun

Wha what that is there?
Let me hit shit mane

I trust no one but my gun
fucking up my lungs
Niggas from behind
Bitches set ya up
There go almighty they what
My guns be strong bodied bitch tuff
My niggas hard bodied say what
Now yo block get up

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Now yo block red up
shots take that shit
Smoking on dope with a little
Got racks in my and a tec on the bed
A nigga on the front door a on the back door
Come in here blank out what i said
I what tec woulda said
I wonder mac woulda said
[?] said with my Sig
then thats a cap to ya head
Come on your block set up shop get the popping at head, arm, shoulder and them legs
Broke wrist on my wrist leg on my leg
Glo on ya [?]
Niggas gamble with they life put him in the jail but he [?]
on this reefer
Sipping on lean tequila
on yo block me and ether
Shooting yo tree up
The Glo got clips [?]
Walk the whole wide world just td up
Jay said he buy me a kilo
I'm gone be up
Kilos in my ears tryna take me speak up
And it took 2-3 speaking want even to speak for
Momma always me never follow be a leader
Riding in a ass car with no license hop in the seat belt

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My name [?]
make these pants get the ringing
Fuck around my green and
I ain't friendly I'm greenly
Me and green like Ike and Tina
Cus Sometimes I be [?]
And sometimes i be fucking with bitches
in the bank like give me all of my riches
Member when I was broke but I'm full of richness
I still got niggas on my hit
I still got on my to do list
And I still got niggas on my boot
Her majesty came through we came through banging
Little bitty boy have no business gang banging
Bought a little bitty toy and a big Tonka just to hang in
a credit, guns and bought a bunch of clothes just to hang with