Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the we do to get paid?
The we do to show niggas that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a nigga wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of a nigga never should've went through.
Trustin another with my fate,
Showed me how easily love can to pure hate.
The road, I know, I came to a in it,
Good or bad, I'm a still be the winnin, NOW
But tomorrow guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the through my young seeds.
it, and hope the planet don't damage them.
It's a line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you God only knows.
It's to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, that's all a will die for.
So pain and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've been a bumpy one.
The walls I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, defending yours mine.
I'm makin moves, attached to strings you see.
If the move seems a bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony people ride your for dolla signs,
I bet you drop some cash on the ground, holla "MINE!"
You far behind, man I'm way too ahead, I be gone.
Think you had some killers ridin with you, you're alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
down deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm to them, real ass niggas and family members.
you say, nigga I owe you something? I don't remember.

x2

(talking)

The root of all evil they say, but yet, there's so evil in all our
roots. in a world of a nigga, some knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so much but we have so far to go. C'mon man,
we're hustlers, and together we'll be greater later. Used to die for
freedom... respect... Now we're for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm guilty of all that and more.
Questioning life, asking what am I here
To some, that might strange but you dig this,
get your feelings hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em average to acheive pimp status.
Lame niggas with no end up embarrassed.
and commercialize, in the eyes of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the time, my baby cries,
I'm on a phone,
in state doing sound checks.
Tryin to make my little niggas' a little better,
than a bulletproof sweater, love hurts.

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I trying to be better than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
That's I'm from,
glory days in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
me on down the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still from coast to coast, to shore.
I stand accused of a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' constantly, thinkin' bout your family.
As soon as you think time to chill,
God damn it be, time for another project, dealine.
Man, we're at the end of rhyme, and I done said mine.

x2

music out with women singing...

My friend, we are one, so please on...