Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Love

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

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

I never I lived to see us chill
Crips and holdin' hands, the shit is ill
But I love it, I can't it
Too much death on the and we dealt it

Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all out, gee
I pray the never stop
You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats pop-pop

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

Peace to all the gangsters I gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta

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

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

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

Because the day we all unite
Watch the get real polite
Punk muthafuckas gotta learn
That we takin' no more shit

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

Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
Folks sittin' on things, mad boom
The are lookin' better
The gang is on, so you wear whatever

At Venice by the
Rag-top hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all
Still crazy sets, but you don't clown

I pray L.A. can this way
It's the first 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 need a gang to solve 'em
I the greatest thing I seen in my life
Two brothers in a up fist fight
Nobody pulled a gat, nobody in
Nobody pulled a knife, got done in

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

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

This is gettin' to me
Every brother on the street is my
I'm rollin' through a that I never been
And brother steps to me as a friend

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

L.A. is a great
Fly girls, dope cars, life at a pace
But gangbanging was killin' it
Another 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 year I lost about homies
shit 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 South Central, Watts, Inglewood
All L.A., basically East L.A.
You know I'm sayin'? It's basically down
Peace to all the and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys, Hoovers, 60's, 83's, Bounty Hunters
Yeah and the

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

Pueblos, Nickerson G's,
Inglewood Family, 18th
South Loc and all the S-A
All the sets, every set, Crip, Blood
What doesn't matter to me 'cuz I gotta lotta
You know what I'm sayin'? Hope the truce never
You know I'm We can do this