Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Love

Woke up the mornin', I heard a rumor
said the gang wars was over
I told 'em they was bullshittin', they it's real as hell
explain the way I felt

Too many years I my brothers die
And I can't say that was really that fly
But I used to when I was younger
So it's really hard to a kid that he's goin' under

I never thought I to see us chill
Crips and Bloods hands, the shit is ill
But I love it, I help it
Too death on the streets and we dealt it

Van Boys, The Hoovers, The 60's
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all out, gee
I pray the shit'll stop
You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went

But now the kids got a chance to
And the O.G.'s got something to
love, black on black, that's how they made it
And if any busters flip, they get
L.A. is where I'm of

to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta

I got a lotta love you're all my brothers
Red or blue, the color
We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real
those muthafuckas the real tools

Check the enemy, it ain't the
Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D.
They understand, they beat on a blackman
There's be drama, know what I'm sayin'?

And if we flip, all flip together
I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather
And we gotta realize, the boys on the east
You call 'em S-A's, I call 'em

Because the day we all unite
Watch the pigs get polite
muthafuckas gotta learn quick
That we ain't no more shit

L.A. is where I'm of
Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I lotta love

Crenshaw Boulevard, afternoon
Folks on things, mad systems boom
The girls are better
The gang truce is on, so you wear

At by the ocean
Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's all around
Still crazy sets, but you don't clown

I L.A. can stay this way
It's the summer I can really say
I felt cool, we all
Went to the park and got killed

Now if you got a problem, man on man
You don't need a gang to 'em
I seen the greatest thing I seen in my
Two brothers in a straight up fist
Nobody a gat, nobody jumped in
pulled a knife, nobody got done in

L.A. is where I'm of
Peace to my city I gotta lotta love
Got a love

G A T E S, I hope you wear a
Even after out the fuckin' office
'Cuz on a totally different tip
Fuck that pig shit

This is gettin' to me
Every brother on the is my homie
I'm through a hood that I never been
And every brother steps to me as a

I love it, I it
And in my life will ever be above it
We see our kids all grown up
We're tired of seein' our hoods get up

L.A. is a place
Fly girls, dope cars, life at a pace
But gangbanging was killin' it
Another child got hit,

Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a
We was goin' off to end
But now we got a chance, my
To mend, and make the blend

all go out on a picnic, kick shit
And squash all the
Last year I lost five homies
This is real to me

L.A. is where I'm of
Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta love
Gotta love

Yo, this is out to all the gangbangers
All over Central, Watts, Inglewood
All over L.A., basically L.A.
You know I'm sayin'? It's basically down
Peace to all the Crips and the
Van Boys, Hoovers, Rollin 60's, 83's, Bounty Hunters
and the Jungle

This is out to all the brothers over there in Watts
You know what I'm Throwin' it up
Street, Nutty Blocc, Front Hood
And all them out there in Compton
30s, Harlem, ah yeah

Pueblos, G's, Peace
Inglewood Family, Street
Loc and all the S-A homeboys
All the different sets, set, Crip, Blood
What doesn't matter to me 'cuz I gotta love
You know what I'm sayin'? the truce never ends
You know I'm sayin'? We can do