Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll have the answers
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping,
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying with the
Who that there, creeping
Who homie by the
Better than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed they wasnt paying attention


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

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never 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 hood
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist that truly
His is the best
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust your own
Live with it and it