Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its like a story repeated over and over
In the of my mind
This be real man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo up yall
my niggas over there

1]
If you scared to take
Youll have the answers
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont have thing in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
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 over there, creeping
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in hell they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
Accountants over my figures I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my trust
I can never get
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons that know how to out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant remember how we begun war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your mom's she still
She dont I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we holding this
real men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
watching my back
Plus telling I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it will come
if Im in the right
Cause still a is a life
was it worth to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
tattoos of my niggas names
I wonder will it
Lets

3]
Its I listen to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit down man
Let me school you in business
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
Aint too left to buy
it Im loaded I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need or success
They say the artist that truly
His stuff is the
Cause his heart on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So from to geriatric
your own judgment
Live it and love it