Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its like a cold repeated over and over
In the of my mind
shit be real man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo what up
Thats my over there

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never the answers
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying with the
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 hell they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats for my decisions I can trust
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 colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont know I aint with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I wonder will it
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never been in my
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta niggas
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and 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 to geriatric
Trust own judgment
with it and love it