Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the fucking
(DJ 1)

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own
Long live the grown man with no gun but he knows the land
live the one truest
Death to the one
Long live the one who 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 fucking
Nothing a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
I'm focussed like a motherfucker
Niggas with me like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels smoking like a
When we a rouge shit we and dale your whole clique
We put you you folks is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I rock the [?]
On the car lot like please
And anywhere you hope to be is
Cause we in the posted a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit,
Obiturary, smokin' a motherfucker
Y'all gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And
on me, I'mma 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 us, we a John Dome
We [?] John a nigga quick
Leave his frame tore up,
John [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun and coke [?]
I Came into home
Aimin'
Even came I came in full
Death in the air got me laying
You play for protection
you with disrespecting payin' for it, though
The lord is my
All the are my sheep
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 with a gun but not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting

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

2: Smoke DZA]
Trust the fucking
For you back out the moves
Shit I've seen happen a million
Uh, right, long all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
Long 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
Line your fast, you could [?] rapidly
Long nose, think at you
You know a sinus bad
Ten nine, you mind to rag
I sit and wonder how much you had
Long flight, had the to lag
I came from cross the road, to cross the
To off the load, to get all of bags

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

[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 he knows the land
Long live the one
Death to the one
Long the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you
to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury
Long the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the shooter

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