Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never the answers
I could the future of a dude how his stance is
will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we squeeze all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your mom's she still
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
real men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, been
Why I worry bout him
Constantly watching my
niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be calm and
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause a life is a life
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I wonder it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me you in hood business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask myself do I need or success
They say the artist that truly
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, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it