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 brings everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a mind wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a nigga should've went 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 be the nigga winnin, NOW
But tomorrow guaranteed.
I can see the future through my young seeds.
Plant it, and the planet don't 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 pain and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the road travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls that I stood on was 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 strings you see.
If the move seems a little bit awkward, it me.
Now fony ride your nuts for dolla signs,
I bet you drop some 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, space age pimpin, new millenium.
Holes down in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm friend to them, 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, knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've so much but still we have so far to go. C'mon man,
we're born hustlers, and together we'll be greater later. to die for
freedom... respect... Now we're for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm of all that shit and more.
Questioning life, what am I here for?
To some, that might seem but you dig this,
Don't get your feelings hurt, and business.
Make 'em average to acheive 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 state doing 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 trying to be than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can imagine the ghetto,
if you raised in it.
That's I'm from,
glory days in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
Take me on the stream, I'm going 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 time to chill,
God it be, time for another project, another dealine.
Man, we're at the end of this rhyme, and I done mine.

x2

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