Luyện nghe bài hát Trust

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

1]
If you scared to take
Youll 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 cock 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 start dumping, fronting
he feel a way
My say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to me
Be the quiet nigga
with the milli
Who that over there,
Who homie by the
Better safe than sorry, at p-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all
Be a day in hell fore they creep on me
Its a every premonition
Lotta killed cause they wasnt paying attention


I want a bitch I can
Some niggas I can
Accountants looking over my figures I can
A thats fighting for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga
I can get enough
A I can trust
I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a I can trust
And if I cant trust you, the fuck is you for
Some of you niggas true becoming clear more
2]
Its so long
remember how we begun this war
This is a ever-lasting
Cause went off
I see your mom's she speak
She dont know I aint cool her son no more
Its old shit, see forever we this grudge
Takes real men to beef
End it with
We buried our dead, years
Why I worry bout him
Constantly my back
Plus niggas telling I
Another day I put a family in
I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will back
Even if Im in the
still a life is a life
What was it to see you covered in dirt
Its quite
Whether you the or the hunted
Mothers cry, no of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my niggas
I wonder it change
ride

3]
Its rare I listen to niggas who never been in my
A caterpillar cant 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
Seen a niggas blow
dreams folded
Some humble, ate too much, got bloated
Aint too left to buy
Bought it Im I guess
jets
I ask myself do I love or success
They say the artist truly suffers
His is the best
his heart bleed on his sleeve
Pain and sex
Remember painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, drive the Mclaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me is short
So from to geriatric
your own judgment
Live with it and it