Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never have the
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 that thing in him
just aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying with the
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, 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 paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
my nigga trust
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
that 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 true colors becoming clear
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont know I aint cool her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
real men to squash beef
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
day I put a family 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 to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
cry, no statute 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 what an eagle
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too left to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart bleed on his
pistols and sex
Remember painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
Trust own judgment
Live with it and it