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 that we afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt left a nigga with some feet.
Everyday life brings drama,
Smokin weed only makes a 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,
me how easily love 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 tomorrow guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the future through my seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet don't them.
a thin line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you trust? God 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 pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was Humpty ones.
I feel one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, yours from mine.
I'm makin moves, to strings you can't see.
If the move seems a bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony people 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 deep in the wall, I can't get them.
I'm friend to them, real ass niggas and 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 much 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,
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 shit and more.
Questioning life, asking what am I for?
To some, that might seem but you dig this,
Don't get feelings hurt, personal and business.
'em average to acheive pimp trick status.
Lame niggas with no end up embarrassed.
Compromise and commercialize, in the eyes of niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the time, my baby cries,
I'm on a phone,
in another state sound checks.
Tryin to make my little niggas' a little better,
a bulletproof sweater, nigga love hurts.

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I ain't trying to be than,
as equal, as the better man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
where I'm from,
childhood glory in it.
I wade in it, The waters.
Take me on the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still from coast to coast, 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, time for another project, dealine.
Man, we're at the end of this rhyme, and I done mine.

x2

music fades out with singing...

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