Luyện nghe bài hát Trust The Shooter

Trust the fucking
(DJ 1)

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man no gun but still he knows the land
Long the one truest
to the one foolish
Long live the one who ain't say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his
Long live the man who gon' be the street and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the 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 nigga to his like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The got the gun now, nigga
Trust the shooter

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed a motherfucker
Niggas with me lookin' a motherfucker
barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a shit we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you where you 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 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 that you see Z's
When there's beef I don't niggas
call me and when they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up with us, we a Dome
We [?] Door a nigga quick
Leave his frame up, shit
Even [?] even with [?] nigga
But I aim for it though
Gun powder and [?]
I Came your home
4-4's
Even came I in full clothes
in the air got me laying mo-low
You could for protection
Whoever you with payin' for it, though
The lord is my
All the people are my
me the anchor
I came the bottom
I'm deep I speak on the fathers 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 a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot

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

2: Smoke DZA]
Trust the shooter
For you out make the moves
Shit I've this happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight
Long live the 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 just to find their ass
your fast, you could never [?] rapidly
Long nose, sneeze at you
You a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you never to rag
I sit and how much 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 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 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
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 loves his
Long live the man who be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the shooter

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