Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it the things we do to get paid?
The shit we do to show niggas we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life everyday drama,
weed only makes a nigga mind wander.
So much I done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a nigga never went through.
another soul with my fate,
Showed me how easily can turn 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 future through my seeds.
Plant it, and hope the don't damage them.
It's a thin line, but get mine.

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

So pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel.
it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've been a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was 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 you can't see.
If the seems a little bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony ride your nuts 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.
you had some killers ridin with you, you're home alone.
I'm in the zone, space age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes down deep in the wall, I get into them.
I'm friend to them, ass niggas and family members.
you say, nigga I owe you something? I don't remember.

x2

(talking)

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

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

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I ain't trying to be than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you ain't in it.
That's I'm from,
childhood days in it.
I wade in it, The waters.
Take me on the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still from to coast, shore to shore.
I stand accused of being a pimp, root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, bout your family.
As soon as you think it's to chill,
God damn it be, time for project, another 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 hold on...