Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
Youll never have the
I could tell the of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
just aint in him
Body language is off, hes
But soft all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the quiet looking
Laying with the
Who that there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell fore creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can never get
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors becoming more
2]
Its so long
remember how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
Takes men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, been
Why should I bout him
Constantly my back
Plus telling I dread
Another day I put a in black
Though I be and relaxed
Though I know it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the hunter or the
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I wonder it change
Lets

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me you in hood business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask myself do I need or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it