Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take 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 cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
just aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping,
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your mom's she still
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly 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
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 of my niggas names
I wonder will it
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never been in my
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 hood
Seen a lotta niggas
Lotta dreams
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So from to geriatric
Trust your own
Live with it and it