Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never have the
I could tell the future of a 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 have that thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying with the
Who over 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 I can trust
Some I can trust
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 that know how to spot out a Judas I can
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming more
2]
Its been so
Cant how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
guns went off
I see your mom's she still
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 hugs
We buried our dead, been
Why should I worry him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder will it
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who been in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit little man
Let me you in hood business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live with it and it