Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
never have the answers
I could the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he then you should study where his hands is
Is he cock it and pop it
His big
But he dont have that in him
Slanging just in him
Body is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a start dumping, fronting
Cause he 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 the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better safe than sorry, look at me
Few guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a day in hell fore they creep on me
Its a lesson every
Lotta niggas cause they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A lawyer thats fighting for my I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can never get
A Ruger I can
I can trust
Goons know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I trust you, the fuck is you here for
Some of you niggas true colors clear more
2]
Its been so
remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see your she still speak
She dont know I cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see we holding this grudge
real men to squash beef
End it with
We our dead, been years
Why I worry bout him
watching my back
Plus telling I dread
day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it come back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you in dirt
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
Lets

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