Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

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

Love, trade you love
traded fire with you long enough
Is all you brung? 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 a mobster living I could name
Who it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many brothers come from where I come
Some it out big, some dead, some unsung
for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating like they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you they look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one ass nigga, that's Jungle
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 Jung ain't show up to funeral
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, you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, George Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, they want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check shit and your vomit
them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter they do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, it out, might blow it with you
It ain't the Truman
It's the show
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get paper, I got love

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