Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window watch at the hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO
food flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, dress strapless
Agent Provocateur she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium car
Romanian ladies like Casablanca,
'Cept we in the VIP area, ours
You know the rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days was kings
I pray secret indictments don't take their 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 gods to Ansars to back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real
is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet roll 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 to erase you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, the love?

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

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

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