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 grown man no gun but still he knows the land
Long live the one
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't 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 judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a bustin' [?]
I don't a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so flows
Niggas so many souls, so many 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"]
I'm focussed like a motherfucker
Niggas me lookin' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels smoking a motherfucker
When we a shit we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you you folks is
shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I with the [?]
On the car lot like please
And anywhere you hope to be is
Cause we in the posted a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit,
Obiturary, like a motherfucker
emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And
Sleep on me, I'mma see it 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 a nigga quick
his frame tore up, shit
Even John [?] even with [?]
But I aim for it though
Gun powder and [?]
I Came into your
4-4's
Even I came in full clothes
Death in the air got me laying
You could play for
Whoever you with payin' for it, though
The lord is my
All the are my sheep
me the anchor
I came from the
I'm deep when I on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I what you thinking
Here we go, another about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun shot

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

[Verse 2: Smoke
the fucking shooter
For you out make the moves
I've seen this happen a million
Uh, right, live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
Long live the that show love, but still got class
Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and get the cash
Long all the goons who get half to find their ass
Line your fast, you could never [?]
nose, think sneeze at you
You know a 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 cross the road, to cross the
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
Eyes

[Refrain: Da 5'9"]
Long the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long live the one
Death to the one
Long live the one who ain't come say shit, he'll [?] 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 a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a 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 a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now,