Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window watch at the hotel
Lots of happens in life, will 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: black car
Romanian like Casablanca, Casbah
we in the VIP area, that's ours
You know the real rap gods, typical trap star rap star
These old heads got stories, the they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't take their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, done
What have we become? Rap from trap stars
Black gods to to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets grizzly
is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your
This the Truman Show
It's the 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, where's the

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

Sometimes I sit on the bench to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster I could name
Who it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not a heart like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a thug nigga was my rank
I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many brothers come from where I come
Some made it out big, dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 lock-up
Younger generation, they want to and mock us
Laughing, separating like they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like 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 or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your
I hold your son hand, 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, already you
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 do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks
Corona sipper, it out, might blow it with you
It the Truman show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his pencil eraser intents to erase you
Young go and get your paper, I got love

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