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 what up
Thats my niggas over

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never have the
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
just aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping,
Cause he a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
with the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt paying


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
my nigga trust
I can never get
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We buried our dead, been
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it will back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
tattoos of my niggas names
I wonder it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to who never been in my position
A caterpillar relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta niggas
dreams folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I love or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live with it and it