Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never the answers
I tell the future 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
just aint in him
Body language is off, hes
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 came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
my nigga 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 true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this war
This is a ever-lasting
guns went off
I see your mom's she still
She dont know I aint cool her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to beef
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
Though I be and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its I listen to niggas 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 you in hood business
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta dreams
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
Lear
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist that truly
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it