Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window watch at the Wynn
of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO
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,
we in the VIP area, that's 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 take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home
Catch 20 years you 40? Holmes, you're done
have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to back to goonies
A 360 in the real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your
This ain't the Show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chewing on his pencil eraser intents to erase you
It's U.S.A. the gangsta, where's the love?

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

Sometimes I sit on the bench just to the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not
To not have a like wild animals not tamed
Maybe a typical thug nigga was my rank
'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, unsung
for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they look at me? preposterous"
Ain't it how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's
Now we having babies, cause up it was just us
No or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But it was beautiful, the love is mutual
though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
I hold son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in genes, already you tuck
Inherit dad's swag, it's George Jefferson's strut
flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your
Tell them you let it marinate, 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
Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it you
It ain't the Truman
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his
Chews on his pencil eraser intents to erase you
brother go and get your paper, I got love

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