Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At I window watch at the Wynn hotel
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 underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the titanium black car
ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, ours
You the real 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
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're
What have we become? Rap stars from trap
gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets grizzly
is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet roll with
to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
This the Truman 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. the gangsta, where's the love?

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

Sometimes I sit on the bench just to the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not
To not have a like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical nigga was my rank
I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how brothers come from where I come from
Some made it out big, dead, some unsung
for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they look at me? preposterous"
Ain't it how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's
Now we babies, cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or to fight with us, we was fucked up
But it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and ain't show up to your funeral
I your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to 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 if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they you made them a promise
No matter they do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New Knicks loyalist
sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It the Truman show
It's the show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get paper, I got love

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