Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never have the
I tell the future of a dude 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 that in him
Slanging aint in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping,
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
with the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can never get
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
remember how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
guns went off
I see your she still speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We our dead, been years
Why I worry bout him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come
Even if Im in the
Cause a life is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I wonder will it
Lets

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 you in hood business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask do I need love or success
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
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 years ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust own judgment
with it and love it