Luyện nghe bài hát Who Can You Trust?

Ain't it the things we do to get paid?
The shit we do to show niggas we ain't afraid.
Yeah, I got my on the streets,
Doin dirt left a with some muddy feet.
Everyday life brings drama,
Smokin weed only makes a nigga wander.
So I could've done, but I didn't do.
A lot of shit a nigga never went through.
Trustin another soul my fate,
Showed me how easily love can to pure hate.
The road, I know, I to a fork in it,
Good or bad, I'm a still be the winnin, NOW
But ain't guaranteed.
I can see the future through my young seeds.
Plant it, and hope the don't damage them.
a thin line, but I'ma get mine.

Who can you God only knows.
hard to say who you can call friend or foe.
Money, all a nigga will die for.
So much and everybody wants more.
(x2)

So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a towel.
Wrap it 'round, soak up the strain, I safer now.
Lookin' down the road I've been 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, defending from mine.
I'm moves, attached to strings you can't see.
If the move a little bit awkward, it ain't me.
Now fony ride your nuts for dolla signs,
I bet you drop some cash on the ground, 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 in the wall, I can't get into them.
I'm friend to them, real ass niggas and 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, knowing, some not knowing. Even
so, we've accomplished so 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 dying for dope, hoes, and paper...

I'm of all that shit and more.
Questioning life, asking what am I here
To some, that might seem but you dig this,
Don't get feelings hurt, personal and business.
Make 'em average to acheive trick status.
Lame niggas with no end up embarrassed.
and commercialize, in the eyes of your niggas,
out to get the prize.
At the time, my baby cries,
I'm on a phone,
in another state doing checks.
to make my little 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 ain't in it.
where I'm from,
childhood glory in it.
I in it, what? The waters.
me on down the stream, I'm going farther.
It's still from coast to coast, to shore.
I stand accused of being a pimp, from to floor.
Doin' constantly, thinkin' bout your family.
As as you think it's time to chill,
God damn it be, time for another project, 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 please on...