Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my
This be real man
crazy out here
Yo yo, yo up yall
Thats my over there

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
Wonder will he shoot then you should where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying with the
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a cold day in hell 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 thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga 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 you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your mom's she still
She dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes men to squash beef
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I bout him
Constantly my back
Plus telling I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it come back
Even if Im in the
Cause a life is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I will it change
ride

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live it and love it