Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll have the answers
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you 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 niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could tell me if you really came to me
Be the quiet nigga
with the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better than sorry, look 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 cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my decisions I can
Damn my trust
I can get enough
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 been so
Cant how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
real men to squash beef
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be and relaxed
I know somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to who never been in my position
A caterpillar relate 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
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask do I need love or success
say the artist that 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, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust your own
Live it and love it