Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it the things 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 nigga with muddy feet.
life brings everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a mind wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of shit a nigga never should've through.
Trustin another soul 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 still be the winnin, NOW
But tomorrow guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the future through my seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet don't them.
It's a thin line, but get mine.

Who can you God only knows.
hard to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga will die for.
So much pain and wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel now.
Lookin' down the I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The that I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel like one of them pieces up in a game,
On the line, defending from mine.
I'm makin moves, attached to you can't see.
If the move seems a little bit awkward, it me.
Now fony people ride your for dolla signs,
I bet you drop 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 ridin with you, you're alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm to them, real ass niggas and family members.
What you say, nigga I owe you something? I remember.

x2

(talking)

The root of all evil say, but yet, there's so much evil in all our
roots. Born in a of a nigga, some knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so much but 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, asking what am I for?
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 with no 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 doing 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 trying to be better than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you ain't 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 coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand accused of being a pimp, from to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' your family.
As as you think it's time to chill,
God damn it be, time for project, another dealine.
Man, at the end of this rhyme, and I done said mine.

x2

music fades out with singing...

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