Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its like a cold story repeated over and
In the of my mind
This be real man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo up yall
Thats my niggas over

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that in him
Slanging just in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better safe sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore they on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its been so
Cant how we begun this war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I will it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to an eagle envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
wasnt humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask myself do I need or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
Remember painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
Trust own judgment
Live with it and it