Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I want a bitch I can
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A I can trust
Shooters I can
that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a in black
I be calm and relaxed
Though I know it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
tattoos of my niggas names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an eagle
the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta niggas
dreams folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So from infant to
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it