Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its like a cold repeated over and over
In the of my mind
This be real man
crazy out here
Yo yo, yo what up
Thats my over there

1]
If you to take chances
Youll have the answers
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that in him
Slanging aint in him
language is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
with the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few machine close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
Damn my trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
real men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
watching my back
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a family in
I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come
if Im in the right
Cause a life is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder will it
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live with it and it