Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
never have the answers
I could tell the future of a how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you study where his hands is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he have that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
Body is off, hes soft
But niggas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My niggas say the is a giveaway
One look tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying the milli
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 fore they creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta niggas killed cause they paying attention


I want a I can trust
Some niggas I can
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 becoming more
2]
Its been so
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 with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
real men to squash beef
End it hugs
We buried our dead, been
Why I worry bout him
Constantly watching my
Plus niggas I dread
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
Though I know somehow it come back
if Im in the right
Cause still a life is a
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its quite
you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a
Just of my niggas names
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never been in my
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it killers
Sit little man
Let me school you in hood
a lotta niggas blow
Lotta dreams
Some wasnt humble, ate too much, got
too much left to buy
Bought it Im loaded I
Lear
I ask myself do I need love or
They say the artist that suffers
His stuff is the
Cause his heart bleed on his
Pain and sex
spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So from infant to
Trust your own
Live with it and it