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 dirt left a nigga with some feet.
life brings everyday drama,
Smokin weed only a nigga mind wander.
So much I could've done, but I do.
A lot of a nigga never should've went 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 be the nigga winnin, NOW
But ain't guaranteed.
I can see the future through my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the planet don't them.
It's a line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you trust? God knows.
It's hard to say who you can call 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.
down the road I've travelled-it's been a bumpy one.
The walls I stood on was Humpty Dumpty ones.
I feel like one of them pieces up in a game,
On the line, defending from mine.
I'm moves, attached to strings you can't see.
If the move seems a bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony ride your nuts for dolla signs,
I bet you drop some cash on the ground, they'd "MINE!"
You far behind, man I'm way too ahead, I be gone.
Think you had some killers ridin with you, you're alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning age pimpin, new millenium.
down deep in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm to them, real ass niggas and family members.
What you say, nigga I owe you 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, some not knowing.
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 dying for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm guilty of all that and more.
Questioning life, asking what am I 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 eyes of niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the time, my baby cries,
I'm on a phone,
in state doing sound checks.
to make my little niggas' lives a little better,
than a sweater, nigga love hurts.

I've been a vet-er-an, in game,
I ain't to be better than,
as equal, as the better man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you ain't in it.
That's I'm from,
glory days 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 of being a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, bout your family.
As as you think it's time 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 out with women singing...

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