Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it the things we do to get paid?
The shit we do to show that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin left a nigga with some muddy feet.
life brings everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a nigga wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of shit a nigga never went through.
Trustin another with my fate,
me how easily love can turn to pure hate.
The road, I know, I to a fork in it,
or bad, I'm a still be the nigga winnin, NOW
But tomorrow guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the future my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the don't damage them.
a thin line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you God only knows.
hard to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga will die for.
So much and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel now.
Lookin' down the road I've been a bumpy one.
The walls I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel like one of them up in a chess game,
On the line, defending from mine.
I'm makin moves, to strings you can't see.
If the move seems a bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony people ride your nuts for signs,
I bet you some cash on the ground, they'd 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, space age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm to them, real ass niggas and family members.
What you say, I owe you something? I don't remember.

x2

(talking)

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

I'm guilty of all that and more.
Questioning life, asking what am I here
To some, might seem strange but you dig this,
Don't get feelings hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em to acheive pimp trick status.
Lame niggas no nuts end up embarrassed.
Compromise and commercialize, in the of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the same time, my cries,
I'm on a phone,
in state doing sound checks.
Tryin to make my little lives a little better,
than a bulletproof sweater, love hurts.

I've been a vet-er-an, in game,
I ain't trying to be than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
That's I'm from,
childhood days in it.
I wade in it, The waters.
me on down the stream, I'm going farther.
It's from coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand accused of a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout family.
As soon as you it's time to chill,
God damn it be, for another project, another dealine.
Man, we're at the end of this rhyme, and I done mine.

x2

music out with women singing...

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