Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
my nigga trust
I can never get
A I can trust
I can trust
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 clear more
2]
Its so long
remember how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your mom's she still
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to squash
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
watching my back
Plus niggas I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause 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
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A caterpillar cant to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit down man
Let me you in hood business
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta dreams
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
They say the artist that truly
His is the best
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live with it and it