Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
never have the answers
I could tell the future of a how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
Slanging just in him
language is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden 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 nigga looking
Laying with the
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore they on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming clear
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your she still speak
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a family in
I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will 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 limitation on a
tattoos of my niggas names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an envisions
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 much to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
Remember spray the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live with it and it