Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the things we do to get
The shit we do to show niggas we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday brings everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a nigga 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 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 ain't guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the future my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet damage them.
It's a thin line, but get mine.

Who can you God only knows.
It's to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga 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 safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's been a one.
The walls that I stood on was Dumpty ones.
I like one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, defending yours 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 nuts for 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.
you had some killers ridin 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 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 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, accomplished 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 that and more.
Questioning life, what am I here for?
To some, might seem strange but you dig this,
get your feelings hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em average to pimp trick status.
niggas with 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 doing checks.
to make my little niggas' lives a little better,
than a bulletproof sweater, love hurts.

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I trying to be better than,
as equal, as the better man.
You can imagine the ghetto,
if you ain't in it.
where I'm from,
childhood days in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
me on down the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still from coast to coast, to shore.
I stand accused of being a pimp, root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout 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

music fades out women singing...

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