Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it the things we do to get paid?
The shit we do to niggas that we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt left a with some muddy feet.
life brings everyday drama,
Smokin weed only makes a nigga wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a never should've went through.
Trustin another with my fate,
me how easily love can turn to pure hate.
The road, I know, I came to a in it,
or bad, I'm a still be the nigga winnin, NOW
But tomorrow 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 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 everybody more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I a paper towel.
Wrap it 'round, up the strain, I feel safer now.
Lookin' down the 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 makin moves, to strings you can't see.
If the move seems a bit awkward, it ain't 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.
you had some killers ridin with you, you're home alone.
I'm in the zone, meaning 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.
What you say, 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, some not knowing.
so, we've accomplished so much but still we have so far to go. 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 of all that shit and more.
Questioning life, what am I here for?
To some, that might strange but you dig this,
Don't get your hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em to acheive 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 another state sound checks.
Tryin to make my niggas' lives a little better,
than a bulletproof sweater, nigga hurts.

I've been a vet-er-an, in game,
I ain't to be better than,
only as equal, as the man.
You can only the ghetto,
if you ain't in it.
where I'm from,
childhood days in it.
I wade in it, The waters.
Take me on the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still coast to coast, shore to shore.
I stand accused of a pimp, from root to floor.
Doin' work constantly, thinkin' bout 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 this rhyme, and I done mine.

x2

music fades out with singing...

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