Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it funny the we do to get paid?
The shit we do to show that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin left a nigga with some muddy feet.
Everyday life everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a nigga wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of shit a nigga never went through.
another 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 still be the winnin, NOW
But ain't guaranteed.
Maybe I can see the through my young seeds.
it, and hope the planet don't damage them.
It's a line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you trust? God knows.
It's to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga will die for.
So pain and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
down the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The that I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel one of them pieces up in a chess game,
On the line, yours from mine.
I'm makin moves, to strings you can't see.
If the move a little bit awkward, it ain't 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.
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, real ass and family members.
What you say, nigga I owe you something? I remember.

x2

(talking)

The root of all they say, but yet, there's so much evil in all our
roots. Born in a world of a nigga, some knowing, 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 dying for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm guilty of all shit and more.
Questioning life, what am I here for?
To some, that 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 of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the time, my baby cries,
I'm on a phone,
in another state sound checks.
Tryin to make my niggas' lives a little better,
a bulletproof sweater, nigga love hurts.

I've a vet-er-an, in this game,
I ain't trying to be 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 wade in it, The waters.
Take me on down the stream, I'm farther.
It's from coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand accused of being a pimp, from to floor.
Doin' work constantly, bout your family.
As soon as you think it's to chill,
God damn it be, time for 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...