Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking in life, will I win or fail?
of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian flown in, it's unlawful
is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent underwear: she's classic
up in the party: titanium black car
Romanian ladies Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, ours
You the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're
have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis to goonies
A 360 in the streets real
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll
Toasters to pop medullas off of your shoulders
ain't the Truman Show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chewing on his pencil with intents to erase you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the

Love, I'll you love
I've traded with you long enough
Is that all you brung? not love
That's 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 mobster I could name
Who it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a thug nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many brothers come from where I from
Some made it out big, dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours
generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves they not us, like
"Cops'll at you like 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 babies, cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is
Even though me and Jung ain't show up to funeral
I hold your son hand, him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to 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 if they want to check 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 corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, blow it with you
It ain't the show
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got

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