Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, I win or fail?
of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress
Agent Provocateur she's classic
Stroll up in the titanium black car
Romanian ladies Casablanca, Casbah
we in the VIP area, that's ours
You know the real rap gods, typical star turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home
Catch 20 years you 40? Holmes, you're done
What have we Rap stars from trap stars
Black to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old was learning
enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your off of your shoulders
ain't the Truman Show
It's the show
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser intents to erase you
U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love?

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

Sometimes I sit on the bench to watch 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 thug nigga was my
'Cept I had a above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many brothers come from I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, 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 look at you like they look at me? preposterous"
Ain't it how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one ass nigga, that's Jungle
Now we having babies, growing 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 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 dad's swag, it's George strut
flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check shit and your vomit
Tell you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, blow it with you
It ain't the Truman
It's the human
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 traded fire with you enough
Is that all you brung? not love
fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll up
Roll up