Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO
Ethiopian flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress
Provocateur underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the titanium black car
Romanian ladies Casablanca, Casbah
we in the VIP area, that's ours
You the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't take away dreams
You 16, you do 20, come home young
20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're done
What have we become? Rap stars trap stars
Black to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real
is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your
This ain't the Show
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to you
It's U.S.A. the gangsta, where's the love?

Love, I'll you love
I've traded fire with you long
Is all you brung? It's not love
fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll up

Sometimes I sit on the bench to watch the game
Feet on cement, there a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his I do not proclaim
To not have a heart wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my
I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how brothers come from where I come from
made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for on 23 hours lock-up
generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like not us, like
"Cops'll at you like they look at me? That's preposterous"
it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, Jungle
Now we having babies, cause up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was up
But still it was beautiful, the is mutual
Even though me and ain't 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 your genes, already you
Inherit your dad's swag, it's George strut
Stay flyest, they gon' to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just a man of honor
I'm a corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might it with you
It ain't the Truman
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his eraser with intents to erase you
brother go and get your paper, I got love

Love, I'll trade you
I've fire with you long enough
Is all you brung? It's not love
That's fucked up, but I your soul
Roll up
Roll up