Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the we do to get paid?
The shit we do to niggas that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life brings drama,
Smokin weed only a nigga mind wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of shit a never should've went through.
Trustin another with my fate,
Showed me how easily love can to pure hate.
The road, I know, I to a fork 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 planet damage them.
a thin line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you trust? God knows.
It's hard to say who you can friend 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.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel now.
Lookin' the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls that I on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel like one of pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, defending from mine.
I'm makin moves, attached to you can't see.
If the move a little bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony people ride your nuts for 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 killers ridin 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 friend to them, real ass niggas and members.
What you say, nigga I owe you something? I remember.

x2

(talking)

The root of all evil they say, but yet, so much evil in all our
roots. in a world of a nigga, some knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so but still we have so far to go. C'mon man,
we're born hustlers, and 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, what am I here for?
To some, that seem strange but you dig this,
Don't get your hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em average to acheive pimp status.
Lame with no nuts end up embarrassed.
and commercialize, in the eyes of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the same time, my cries,
I'm on a phone,
in another state doing checks.
Tryin to 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 raised in it.
That's I'm from,
childhood days in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
me on down the stream, I'm going 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 soon as you 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 out with women singing...

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