Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A lawyer thats for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can never get
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its so long
remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I aint with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
Plus telling I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder will it
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who been 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 school you in hood
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it