Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it the things we do to get paid?
The we do to show niggas that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt left a with some muddy feet.
Everyday life brings drama,
Smokin weed only makes a mind wander.
So much I done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a nigga never should've through.
another soul with my fate,
Showed me how easily love can turn to hate.
The road, I know, I to a fork in it,
Good or bad, I'm a still be the winnin, NOW
But tomorrow guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the through my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the don't 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 everybody more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's a bumpy one.
The walls that I on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel like one of them up in a chess game,
On the line, defending from mine.
I'm makin moves, to strings you can't see.
If the move a little bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now people ride 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.
you had some killers ridin with you, you're home alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes down deep in the wall, I 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, there's so much in all our
roots. in a world 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,
we're born hustlers, and together 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 am I here for?
To some, might seem strange but you dig this,
Don't get your feelings hurt, and business.
Make 'em average to 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 state doing sound checks.
Tryin to make my little lives a little better,
a bulletproof sweater, nigga love hurts.

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I trying to be better than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
That's I'm from,
childhood glory in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
Take me on 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.
work constantly, thinkin' bout your 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 rhyme, and I done said mine.

x2

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