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 flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress
Agent Provocateur she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium car
Romanian like Casablanca, Casbah
we in the VIP area, that's ours
You know the rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't take their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, home young
Catch 20 years you 40? Holmes, you're done
What we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was
enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop medullas off of your shoulders
This the Truman Show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil with intents to erase you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, the love?

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

Sometimes I sit on the just to watch the game
on cement, there ain't a mobster living 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 typical thug was my rank
I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many brothers come where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours
Younger generation, want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, themselves like they not us, like
"Cops'll at you like they look at me? That's preposterous"
it gangsta 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 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 son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you a whole lot to live up to
The G is in genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, it's George Jefferson's
flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to your shit and your vomit
them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, it out, might blow it with you
It ain't the show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his pencil eraser intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got

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