Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
never have the answers
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that 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 could me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying with the
Who over there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some niggas I can
looking over my figures I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can never get
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here 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 dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
real men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly my back
Plus telling I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know it will come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I will it change
Lets

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar relate to what an eagle envisions
From the of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
jets
I ask do I need love or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart bleed on his
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from ago told me life is short
So infant to geriatric
Trust your own
Live it and love it