Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the shooter
(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 knows the
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 and the fucking jury
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 souls, so many souls, so many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin'
The got the gun now, nigga
the fucking shooter

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm like a motherfucker
Niggas me lookin' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels like a motherfucker
When we a rouge we chip 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 to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted a motherfucker
Shoot the up, to the pull pit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' like a
emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of through mean tweets, and emojis
And
Sleep on me, I'mma see it you see more Z's
When there's beef I call niggas
Niggas call me and when they call, the police
If he ain't grow up us, we a John Dome
We [?] John Door a quick
Leave his frame up, shit
Even [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun powder and [?]
I Came into home
4-4's
Even came I came in full
in the air got me laying mo-low
You play for protection
you with disrespecting payin' for it, though
The is my sheaperd
All the are my sheep
me the anchor
I from the bottom
I'm deep when I on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I know you thinking
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 shot

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

[Verse 2: DZA]
the fucking shooter
For you back out make the
Shit I've seen happen a million
Uh, right, long all the hustlers that come 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
your fast, you could never [?] rapidly
Long nose, think at you
You know a nigga bad
Ten nine, you mind to rag
I sit and wonder how mind you had
flight, had the time to lag
I came from 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
Roll a
Got the lit
Uhh,
One
Seatbelt
Eyes

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand his own plan
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, come [?] 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
Nothing brings a nigga to his like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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