Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window at the Wynn hotel
Lots of happens in life, will I win or fail?
of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food in, it's unlawful
is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she's
Stroll up in the party: black car
Romanian ladies like Casablanca,
'Cept we in the VIP area, ours
You know the real rap gods, typical trap turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days they was
I pray secret indictments don't take away dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, done
What have we become? Rap stars from trap
Black gods to to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets grizzly
is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet roll with
to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
This ain't the Show
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chewing on his pencil with intents to erase you
U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love?

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

Sometimes I sit on the bench just to the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not
To not have a heart like wild not tamed
Maybe just a typical nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many come from where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and us
Laughing, separating themselves like not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, Jungle
Now we babies, cause growing up it was just us
No or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you
Inherit your dad's swag, George Jefferson's strut
flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
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 they do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it you
It ain't the Truman
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to you
Young brother go and get paper, I got love

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