Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the things we do to get
The shit we do to show that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
dirt left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life everyday drama,
Smokin only makes a nigga mind wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of shit a nigga never should've through.
Trustin soul with my fate,
Showed me how 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 through my seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet damage them.
It's a thin line, but get mine.

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

So much pain, drownin my brain, I a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was Dumpty ones.
I like one of them pieces 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 little bit awkward, it me.
Now fony ride your nuts for dolla 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 with you, you're home alone.
I'm in the zone, space age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes down 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 evil in all our
roots. Born in a of a nigga, some knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, accomplished 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 we're for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm of all that shit and more.
Questioning life, asking what am I here
To some, that seem strange but you dig this,
Don't get feelings hurt, personal and business.
'em average to acheive pimp trick status.
Lame niggas no nuts 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 sweater, nigga 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 raised in it.
where I'm from,
childhood days in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
Take me on down the stream, I'm farther.
It's from coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand of being a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout family.
As as you think it's time to chill,
God it be, time 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...