Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the fucking
(DJ 1)

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but still he the land
live the one truest
Death to the one
Long the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the shooter

[Hook: Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so flows
Niggas close so many souls, so souls, so many doors
Nothing a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the shooter

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed like a
Niggas with me lookin' like a
barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a rouge we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you where you is
Nigga to [?]
And chiraq, I rock the [?]
On the car lot keys please
And you hope to be is hopeless
we in the posted like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit,
Obiturary, smokin' like a
Y'all gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of through mean tweets, and emojis
And
Sleep on me, see it that you see more Z's
When there's beef I don't call
call me and when they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up with us, we a John
We [?] John Door a nigga
Leave his frame tore up,
Even John [?] with [?] nigga
But I ain't aim for it
Gun powder and [?]
I Came into your
Aimin'
Even came I came in clothes
Death in the air got me mo-low
You could play for
Whoever you with disrespecting for it, though
The is my sheaperd
All the people are my
me the anchor
I came from the
I'm deep I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I know what you
Here we go, another song about a nigga a gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting

Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so souls, so many doughs
brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now,
Trust the shooter

2: Smoke DZA]
Trust the shooter
For you back out the moves
Shit I've this happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight
Long live the plugs show love, but still got class
Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and still get the
Long all the goons who get just to find their ass
Line fast, you could never [?] rapidly
Long nose, think at you
You know a sinus bad
Ten nine, you never to rag
I sit and wonder how much you had
Long flight, had the to lag
I from cross the road, to cross the globe
To off the load, to get all types of

You know I go I OD
Me and my
[?] and AC
Roll a
Got the lit
Uhh,
One
strap
Eyes

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but he knows the land
Long live the one
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, the fucking shooter

Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so flows, so many flows
Niggas close so souls, so many souls, so many doughs
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking [?]
The rabbit got the gun now,