Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you to take chances
Youll never the answers
I tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his is
Is he gonna it and pop it
His big
But he dont that thing in him
Slanging aint in him
language is off, hes soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumping,
Cause he a way
My niggas say the eyes is a
One look could tell me if you really came to me
Be the quiet nigga
Laying the milli
Who over there, creeping
Who homie by the
safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a cold day in fore they creep on me
Its a lesson premonition
niggas killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I a bitch I can trust
Some I can trust
Accountants looking over my I can trust
A lawyer fighting for my decisions I can trust
my nigga trust
I can never get
A I can trust
Shooters I can
Goons that how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its been so
Cant how we begun this war
This is a thunderstorm
Cause guns off
I see mom's she still speak
She know I aint cool with her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
real men to squash beef
End it with
We buried our dead, been
Why should I worry him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
Though I be calm and
I know somehow it will come back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in
Its redundant
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I will it change
Lets

3]
Its rare I to niggas who never been in my position
A cant relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who at it with killers
Sit down man
Let me you in hood business
Seen a niggas blow
Lotta folded
wasnt 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
They say the artist that suffers
His is the best
Cause his heart bleed on his
pistols and sex
Remember spray painting the word and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, at it
I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is
So from infant to
Trust your own
Live it and love it