Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the we do to get paid?
The shit we do to show that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt left a with some muddy feet.
life brings everyday drama,
Smokin only makes a nigga mind wander.
So much I done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a never should've went through.
Trustin another 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 be the nigga winnin, NOW
But ain't guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the future my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the don't 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 call or foe.
Money, that's all a will die for.
So much and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's been a one.
The that I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, yours from mine.
I'm makin moves, attached to strings you see.
If the move seems a bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony people your nuts for dolla signs,
I bet you drop some 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, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
down deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm friend to them, real ass 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. Born in a world of a nigga, some knowing, not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so but still we have so far to go. C'mon man,
born 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 for?
To some, that seem strange but you dig this,
Don't get your feelings hurt, and business.
'em average to acheive pimp trick status.
Lame niggas 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 state sound checks.
Tryin to make my little niggas' lives a better,
than a bulletproof sweater, love hurts.

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

x2

music fades out women singing...

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