Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the fucking
(DJ 1)

Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own
Long live the man with no gun but still he knows the land
live the one truest
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves more than 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

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm like a motherfucker
Niggas with me lookin' a motherfucker
Pencil barrels smoking like a
When we a rouge we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you where you is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I with the [?]
On the car lot keys please
And anywhere you hope to be is
we in the posted like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit,
Obiturary, like a motherfucker
Y'all emotional gangsters, Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and
And
Sleep on me, I'mma see it you see more Z's
When there's I don't call niggas
Niggas call me and when they call, call the
If he grow up with us, we a John Dome
We [?] John Door a quick
Leave his frame up, shit
John [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun and coke [?]
I Came into home
4-4's
Even came I in full clothes
in the air got me laying mo-low
You could for protection
Whoever you with disrespecting for it, though
The is my sheaperd
All the people are my
Call me the
I from the bottom
I'm deep when I on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I what you thinking
we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a 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 doughs
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 this happen a
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that and cop with straight cash
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 goons who get half to find their ass
Line your fast, you could [?] rapidly
nose, think sneeze at you
You know a sinus bad
Ten nine, you never to rag
I sit and wonder how mind you had
Long flight, had the to lag
I came cross the road, to cross the globe
To off the load, to get all types of

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

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

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