Luyện nghe bài hát Trust You

Ay unno me get every bloodclot
So me
would I wan wit unno skettle bald people mon

[Hook - Gates]
These ain't shit but hoes with tricks
Baby girl, you
When you're not around, it like something's missing
And I you keep it real
Never no lie
Know you heard they say
love is hard to find
I just might you with my drugs
Trust you my money
Just might trust you my drugs
Might trust you with my
Girl, I'll trust you with my
Might trust you with my
Might just trust you with my
Might trust you with my money,

[Verse 1 - T]
Started out as a fuck mission
Who'd have thought I would've fucked ya
Dope boy, they got issues
Never being stuck with you
Years later, we in the suites
Top back, we on seats
about my episodes
With them extra hoes, but you cheat
Cold when you couldn't sleep
Celine bags the giving treat
C-Class helped you see
All other hoes, and that they niggas weak
Whoo! I'm good
Got you talking in signs
It's all good she the top bitch
But she just wanna the bottom line
I don't her, I don't change her
I sit back and give her options
Phillip Lim, Lam
Every baller gotta know she's
Whoo! You that
Now where the fuck did you that?
We up, we turnt out
We too far gone to turn back

[Verse 2 - T]
Locked phones, past
Pass codes, we this
time, Presidential
Rolexes, sexes
Blue bezel we both
Big diamonds, we
Pitch dope, touch
Both sports, I'm Bo
Your fronting, that's you
My bitch stunting, me
I break it down, break her off
I'm bread, and that's key
We everything that talk about
them haters be watching
Them bitches lurking -- page locked
And they still know when you
They still know I'm balling
You know that I'm all in
Your ex nigga, your nigga
Gon' hate the fact that I'm
Whoo! But you that
Now where the fuck did you learn
We turnt up, we out
We too far gone to turn back

[Outro - Gates]
Please don't
I just some time
requirements
Just gotta sure you meet all mine
Standing there staring, your bow-legged stance
Trust nothing you could hold in your hand
Hustle in the hood, strong with the
Look at you as something than a ho I could smash
Or being something bad I could at the bag
Pole in my pants at attention
When you step out of the and your ass is wiggling
at the ceiling
Now glass is empty
Thinking backwards,
I grabbed a vixen
That supposed to be a fitter after
Stacks'll blow
Dancers get
Missing you you not around
We text other when out of town
You remain the no matter up or down
These other stay pretending
Money and they help us spend it
fuck my niggas in the very minute
I was down and out and had to go to
Kinda role play, acki
And again I say I like these