Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, I win or fail?
of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, unlawful
Money is attractive, honey strapless
Agent Provocateur she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium car
ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, ours
You know the rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't take their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're
What we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis to goonies
A 360 in the streets real
Shooters is cold, kid, the old was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll
Toasters to pop medullas off of your shoulders
This ain't the Show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the

Love, I'll you love
I've traded fire with you enough
Is that all you brung? not love
That's fucked up, but I saved soul
that up

Sometimes I sit on the just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not
To not have a heart like animals not tamed
just a typical thug nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a above niggas, what I think
It's how many brothers come from where I come from
made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours
Younger generation, they to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like not us, like
"Cops'll at you like they look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how your man it? I'm humble
One gun, one ass nigga, that's Jungle
Now we having babies, cause growing up it was us
No or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is
Even though me and Jung show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we you
Your was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, it's George strut
Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in diet
Don't be surprised if they to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of
I'm a street corner nigga, New Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, blow it with you
It the Truman show
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got

Love, trade you love
I've traded fire you long enough
Is that all you It's not love
fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll up
that up