Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Love

Woke up the other mornin', I a rumor
They the gang wars was over
I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's as hell
Can't the way I felt

Too many years I seen my die
And I can't say that shit was that fly
But I to gangbang when I was younger
So it's really hard to tell a kid that goin' under

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

Van Boys, The Hoovers, The 60's
Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin' out, gee
I the shit'll never stop
You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went

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

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

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

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

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

the day that we all unite
Watch the get real polite
Punk muthafuckas gotta learn
That we ain't no more shit

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

Crenshaw Boulevard, afternoon
sittin' on things, mad systems boom
The girls are better
The truce is on, so you wear whatever

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

I pray L.A. can stay way
It's the summer I can really say
I cool, we all chilled
Went to the and nobody got killed

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

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

G A T E S, I you wear a vest
after you're out the fuckin' office
'Cuz we're on a totally tip
Fuck pig brutality shit

This unity is to me
Every on the street is my homie
I'm rollin' through a hood that I been
And every brother to me as a friend

I love it, I it
And nothin' in my life ever be above it
We wanna see our kids all up
We're of seein' our hoods get blown up

L.A. is a great
Fly girls, dope cars, at a fast pace
But gangbanging was it quick
child got hit, bullshit

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

Let's all go out on a picnic, kick
And all the static
Last I lost about five homies
This is real to me

L.A. is where I'm of
Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I lotta love
lotta 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
to all the Crips and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys, Hoovers, Rollin 60's, 83's, Hunters
and the Jungle

This is goin' out to all the brothers there in Watts
You what I'm sayin'? Throwin' it up
Grape Street, Blocc, Front Hood
And all niggas out there in Compton
Rollin 30s, Harlem, ah

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