Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the shooter
(DJ 1)

[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 live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll [?] to you
Death to the man who 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 a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, the fucking shooter

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

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed like a
Niggas me lookin' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels like a motherfucker
When we a rouge shit we chip and dale your whole
We put you where you is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I with the [?]
On the car lot keys please
And you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted like a
Shoot the funeral up, to the pit, podium
Obiturary, like a motherfucker
Y'all emotional gangsters, Emo G's
Millinials, the means streets 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 they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up us, we a John Dome
We [?] Door a nigga quick
Leave his frame up, shit
Even John [?] with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun and coke [?]
I into your home
Aimin'
Even came I came in full
Death in the air got me mo-low
You could 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 I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I know what you
we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting

[Hook: Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so souls, so many doughs
brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now,
the fucking shooter

[Verse 2: DZA]
Trust the shooter
For you back out make the
Shit I've seen happen a million
Uh, right, live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
Long live the plugs that love, but still got class
Death to the on the getting on their arm and still get the cash
all the goons who get half just to find their ass
Line your fast, you never [?] rapidly
Long nose, think at you
You a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you mind to rag
I sit and how much 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 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 with his own
Long live the grown man with no gun but he knows the land
Long the one truest
Death to the one
Long the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more he loves his jury
live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, the fucking shooter

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