Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its like a story repeated over and over
In the winters of my
This shit be man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo what up
my niggas over there

1]
If you scared to chances
Youll never have the
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot you should 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 language is off, hes
But soft all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the nigga looking
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
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 fore they creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas killed cause they wasnt paying


I want a bitch I can
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my trust
I can get enough
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons that know how to spot out a I can trust
And if I cant you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you true colors becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
guns went off
I see mom's 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 bout him
watching my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
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 redundant
Whether you the hunter or the
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just of my niggas names
I will it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never in my position
A caterpillar relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with
Sit down man
Let me school you in hood
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
say the artist that truly suffers
His stuff is the
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember spray painting the Fresh and then staring at it
folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to
Trust your own
Live with it and it