Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window at the Wynn hotel
of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO
Ethiopian flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress
Agent underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the titanium black car
ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, ours
You the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old 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
What have we become? Rap stars from trap
gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets grizzly
is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your
This ain't the Truman
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the

Love, I'll trade you
traded fire with you long enough
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 mobster 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 nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision above niggas, I think
It's crazy how brothers come from where I come from
Some it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 lock-up
Younger generation, they to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating like they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how your man 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 it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to up to
The G is in your genes, you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, George Jefferson's strut
flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check your and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you them a promise
No matter what they do, you just a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks
Corona sipper, it out, might blow it with you
It ain't the Truman
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chews on his eraser with intents to erase you
brother go and get your paper, I got love

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