Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never have the
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
Slanging just in him
language is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
with the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better safe 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 premonition
Lotta killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas colors becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I aint cool her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a in black
I be calm and relaxed
Though I somehow it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
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 tattoos of my names
I will it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an eagle
the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man years ago told me life is short
So from to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it