Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window watch at the Wynn
Lots of happens in life, will I win or fail?
of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress
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 real rap gods, typical trap turned rap star
old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray indictments don't take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, home young
20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're done
What have we become? Rap from trap stars
gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was
Student to focus, yet hooligans roll with
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 eraser with intents to erase you
It's U.S.A. the gangsta, where's the love?

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

I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not
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 how many brothers come from where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours
Younger generation, they want to and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they 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 uncles or cousins to with us, we was fucked up
But it was beautiful, the love is mutual
though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
I hold son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a lot to live up to
The G is in genes, already you tuck
Inherit your swag, it's George Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check your and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks
sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It the Truman show
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with to erase you
Young brother go and get paper, I got love

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