Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

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


I want a bitch I can
niggas I can trust
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons that how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause went off
I see mom's she still speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding grudge
real men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, been
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 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 redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
tattoos of my niggas names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to an eagle envisions
the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me you in hood business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
wasnt humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist truly suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart on his sleeve
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
Trust your own
Live it and love it