Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never have the
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
with the milli
Who that there, creeping
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt attention


I want a I can trust
Some I can trust
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga trust
I can never get
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
of you niggas true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we this war
is a ever-lasting thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it hugs
We our dead, been years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly my back
niggas telling I dread
Another day I put a family in
I be calm and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause a life is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
tattoos of my niggas names
I will it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an eagle
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
Seen a lotta blow
dreams folded
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too much to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So infant to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it