Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
never have the answers
I could the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that in him
Slanging just in him
Body language is off, hes
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 that there, creeping
Who by the tree
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause they paying attention


I want a I can trust
niggas I can trust
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
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 colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see your mom's she still
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be calm and
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I will it change
ride

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it 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
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it