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 with his own plan
Long live the man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long the one truest
to the one foolish
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more 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 flows
Niggas close so many souls, so souls, so many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin'
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed like a
Niggas with me lookin' like a
Pencil barrels like a motherfucker
we a rouge shit 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 anywhere you hope to be is
Cause we in the posted a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pit, podium
Obiturary, like a motherfucker
emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of through mean tweets, and emojis
And
Sleep on me, see it that you see more Z's
When there's beef I don't call
Niggas call me and when they call, call the
If he ain't grow up with us, we a 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 your
Aimin'
Even came I in full clothes
Death in the air got me laying
You could play for
Whoever you with disrespecting 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 you thinking
we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a song about a who don't got a gun getting shot

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

[Verse 2: Smoke
the fucking shooter
For you back out make the
Shit I've seen this happen a
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers come and cop with straight cash
Long live the plugs that show love, but still got
Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and get the cash
Long all the goons who get half just to find ass
Line your fast, you could never [?]
Long nose, think at you
You know a nigga bad
Ten nine, you mind 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 of bags

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

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
Long the one truest
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't come say shit, 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 brings a nigga to his senses a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking

[Hook: Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so 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,