Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to chances
never have the answers
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging just in him
language is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson every
niggas killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A thats 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 you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see your mom's she speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We our dead, been years
Why should I bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a in black
Though I be calm and
Though I somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
tattoos of my niggas names
I will it change
ride

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