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 no gun but still 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 himself more than he his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a bustin' [?]
I don't give a who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed like a
Niggas with me lookin' a motherfucker
Pencil smoking like a motherfucker
When we a rouge shit we chip and dale whole clique
We put you you folks is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I rock the [?]
On the car lot like please
And you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' a motherfucker
emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and
And
Sleep on me, see it that you see more Z's
there's beef I don't call niggas
Niggas call me and when they call, the police
If he ain't up with us, we a John Dome
We [?] John Door a quick
Leave his tore up, shit
Even [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun powder and [?]
I Came into home
Aimin'
Even came I came in clothes
Death in the air got me laying
You could play for
Whoever you with disrespecting for it, though
The is my sheaperd
All the people are my
me the anchor
I from the bottom
I'm deep when I speak on the reporting the evil I see
I what 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 getting

Royce 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 a fucking bustin' [?]
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the shooter

2: Smoke DZA]
Trust the fucking
For you back out make the
Shit seen this happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the that come and cop with straight cash
Long live the plugs that show love, but still got
to the ones on the getting on their arm and still get the cash
Long all the who get half just to find their ass
Line fast, you could never [?] rapidly
nose, think sneeze at you
You a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you mind to rag
I sit and wonder how 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 of bags

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

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his with 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 the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking
Nothing brings a nigga to his like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

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