Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the fucking
(DJ 1)

Royce Da 5'9"]
Long 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 more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the jury
Nothing a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed a motherfucker
Niggas me lookin' like a motherfucker
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 like please
And anywhere you to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' a motherfucker
Y'all gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And
Sleep on me, see it that you see more Z's
there's beef I don't call niggas
Niggas call me and when call, call the police
If he ain't up with us, we a John Dome
We [?] Door a nigga quick
Leave his frame up, shit
Even John [?] even [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun and coke [?]
I Came into home
Aimin'
Even I came in full clothes
in the air got me laying mo-low
You play for protection
Whoever you disrespecting payin' for it, though
The lord is my
All the people are my
me the anchor
I came from the
I'm deep when I speak on the fathers the evil I see
I know you thinking
Here we go, another about a nigga with a gun but it's not
a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot

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

[Verse 2: Smoke
Trust the shooter
For you out make the moves
Shit I've seen happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight
live the plugs that show love, but still got class
Death to the ones on the on their arm and still get the cash
Long all the who get half just to find their ass
your fast, you could never [?] rapidly
Long nose, think at you
You a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you mind to rag
I sit and wonder how much you had
flight, had the time 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
Seatbelt
Eyes

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the man with no gun but still 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 than he loves his jury
live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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