Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or
Mind of a shooter, CFO
Ethiopian food flown in, it's
Money is attractive, dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium car
Romanian ladies Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, that's
You know the real rap gods, typical trap turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days they was
I secret indictments don't take away their dreams
You 16, you do 20, come home young
20 years when 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 real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old was learning
Student to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your off of your shoulders
This ain't the Show
It's the human
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 with you long enough
Is that all you brung? It's not
That's fucked up, but I saved your
that up

Sometimes I sit on the bench just to the game
on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not
To not have a heart like wild animals not
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my
'Cept I had a above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how brothers come from where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some
for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, themselves 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 cousins to with 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 your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you
Inherit your dad's swag, George Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in diet
Don't be surprised if they to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made a promise
No matter what they do, you just a man of honor
I'm a street nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might it with you
It the Truman show
It's the show
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with to erase you
brother go and get your paper, I got love

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