Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
never have the answers
I could tell the future of a how his stance is
will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a day in hell fore they creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga trust
I can get enough
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck 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
Cause went off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont I aint cool 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, years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it will come
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just tattoos of my names
I will it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta niggas
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the that truly suffers
His is the best
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, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So from infant to
your own judgment
Live it and love it