Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll never the answers
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder he shoot then 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
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying with the
Who that there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell they creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here for
of you niggas true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this 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
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We buried our dead, been
Why should I worry him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
day I put a family 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 quite
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
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
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too left to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask do I need love or success
say the artist that 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
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live with it and it