Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

Its a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my
This be real man
Shits out here
Yo yo, yo up yall
Thats my over there

1]
If you to take chances
Youll have the answers
I could 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 have that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
language is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could tell me if you came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying the milli
Who that over there,
Who by the tree
Better than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could all three
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some I can trust
Accountants looking my figures I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A Ruger I can
Shooters I can
Goons that how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the is you here for
Some of you niggas colors becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
Cant how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She dont know I aint cool with her son no
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to squash
End it hugs
We our dead, been years
Why should I worry him
Constantly watching my
Plus telling I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it come back
Even if Im in the
Cause still a is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A caterpillar cant relate to what an envisions
the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in business
Seen a lotta blow
dreams folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
too much left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist that truly
His stuff is the
Cause his heart 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 drive the Mclaren it
Same old man from years ago me life is short
So from to geriatric
Trust own judgment
Live it and love it