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 that we afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life everyday drama,
weed only makes a nigga mind wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of a nigga never should've went through.
Trustin soul with my fate,
Showed me how 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 ain't guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the through my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the don't damage them.
It's a line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you God only 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 pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've been 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, yours 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 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 ridin with you, home alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
down deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm friend to them, 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 evil in all our
roots. Born in a world of a nigga, knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so much but still we 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, might seem strange but you dig this,
Don't get feelings hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em average to pimp trick status.
niggas with no nuts end up embarrassed.
Compromise and commercialize, in the of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the same time, my cries,
I'm on a phone,
in another doing sound checks.
Tryin to my little niggas' lives a little better,
than a sweater, nigga love hurts.

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I ain't to be better than,
as equal, as the better man.
You can imagine the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
where I'm from,
childhood glory in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
Take me on down the stream, I'm farther.
It's from coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand accused of a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, bout your family.
As soon as you it's time to chill,
God damn it be, time for project, another dealine.
Man, we're at the end of this rhyme, and I said mine.

x2

music fades out with singing...

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