Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can
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 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 remember how we this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
real men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why should I bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus telling I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it will back
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
tattoos of my niggas names
I will it change
Lets

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 hood
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta dreams
wasnt humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist that suffers
His is the best
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 Mclaren it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
your own judgment
Live with it and it