Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
with the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore they on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt attention


I a bitch I can trust
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can never get
A I can trust
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 becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why should I worry him
watching my back
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just of my niggas names
I will it change
ride

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