Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

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

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

Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the
Feet on cement, there ain't a living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his I do not proclaim
To not have a heart wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I
It's crazy how many brothers from where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some
Shots for soldiers on 23 lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and us
Laughing, separating themselves like they not us,
"Cops'll look at you like they at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how your man made it? I'm
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's
Now we having babies, 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 me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
I hold 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 genes, already you tuck
Inherit dad's swag, it's George Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your
Don't be if they want to check your shit and your vomit
them 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 York loyalist
sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It ain't the Truman
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his pencil with intents to erase you
Young go and get your paper, I got love

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