Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its a cold story repeated over and over
In the of my mind
This be real man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo what up
my niggas over there

1]
If you to take chances
Youll have the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
Wonder will he shoot then you should where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body language is off, hes
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
with the milli
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause they paying attention


I want a I can trust
niggas I can trust
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
Goons that know how to spot out a I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its so long
remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
guns went off
I see your mom's she 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 hugs
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
watching my back
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be and relaxed
I know somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I wonder will it
Lets

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to an eagle envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a lotta niggas
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
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 drive the Mclaren it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live with it and it