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 left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life everyday drama,
Smokin weed makes a nigga mind wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a nigga never should've through.
Trustin another soul my fate,
Showed me how easily love can turn to hate.
The road, I know, I came to a in it,
Good or bad, I'm a be the nigga winnin, NOW
But tomorrow guaranteed.
I can see the future through my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet damage them.
It's a line, but I'ma get mine.

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

So much pain, drownin my brain, I a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel now.
down the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was Dumpty ones.
I feel like one of them pieces up in a game,
On the line, defending yours mine.
I'm makin moves, attached to you can't see.
If the move seems a 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.
Think you had some killers ridin with you, home alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm friend to them, real ass 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. Born in a of a nigga, some knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so much but still we so far to go. C'mon 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, what am I here for?
To some, that might seem but you dig this,
Don't get your hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em to acheive pimp trick status.
Lame niggas with no 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 another state doing 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 to be better than,
as equal, as the better man.
You can imagine the ghetto,
if you ain't in it.
where 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 coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand of being a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout family.
As soon as you think 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 fades out women singing...

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