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 his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but still he the land
Long live the one
to the one foolish
Long live the one who gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you
to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses 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 rabbit got the gun now,
the fucking shooter

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed a motherfucker
with me lookin' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels 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 keys
And you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' like a
emotional gangsters, 2016 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 beef I don't call
Niggas me and when they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up with us, we a John
We [?] John Door a quick
Leave his tore up, shit
Even John [?] even [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun powder and [?]
I Came into your
Aimin'
came I came in full clothes
Death in the air got me laying
You play for protection
you with disrespecting payin' for it, though
The lord is my
All the people are my
me the anchor
I from the bottom
I'm deep when I on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I what you thinking
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

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

[Verse 2: DZA]
Trust the fucking
For you out make the moves
Shit I've seen this a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with cash
Long live the plugs that 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 half just to their ass
Line your fast, you never [?] rapidly
nose, think sneeze at you
You know a sinus bad
Ten nine, you never to rag
I sit and how much mind 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 hand his own plan
Long the grown 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 come say shit, he'll [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the judge and the fucking jury
brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, the fucking shooter

[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 senses like a fucking [?]
The rabbit got the gun now,