Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its a cold story 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 scared to take
never have the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his is
will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
language is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
with the milli
Who that there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few guns close, we could 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 a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
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 trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont know I aint cool her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
real men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, years
Why should I worry him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a in black
I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I will it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who been in my position
A caterpillar relate to what an eagle envisions
the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me you in hood business
Seen a lotta blow
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist that suffers
His is the best
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it