Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the 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 everyday drama,
weed only makes a nigga mind wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of shit a nigga should've went through.
Trustin another with my fate,
Showed me how easily can turn to pure hate.
The road, I know, I to a fork in it,
Good or bad, I'm a be the nigga winnin, NOW
But ain't guaranteed.
I can see the future through 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 hard to say who you can friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga will die for.
So much pain and wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I a paper towel.
it 'round, soak up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've travelled-it's a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was Dumpty ones.
I feel one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, yours from mine.
I'm moves, attached to strings 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 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 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.
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 evil in all our
roots. Born in a world of a nigga, some knowing, not knowing. Even
so, accomplished so much but still we have so far to go. C'mon man,
we're hustlers, and together we'll be greater later. Used to die for
freedom... respect... Now dying for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm guilty of all that and more.
life, asking what am I here for?
To some, that might seem but you dig this,
get your feelings hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em average to acheive trick status.
niggas with no nuts end up embarrassed.
Compromise and commercialize, in the of your 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 niggas' lives a little better,
than a bulletproof sweater, love hurts.

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

x2

music out with women singing...

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