Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I window at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, I win or fail?
of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey strapless
Agent underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the party: black car
Romanian ladies Casablanca, Casbah
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 don't away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, done
have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to
A 360 in the streets grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your
ain't the Truman Show
It's the show
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with to erase you
It's U.S.A. the gangsta, where's the love?

Love, I'll you love
traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? not love
That's fucked up, but I saved 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 thug 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 made it out big, dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours
generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, themselves like they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you they look at me? That's preposterous"
it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, Jungle
Now we having babies, growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was up
But still it was beautiful, the love is
Even me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we you
Your pops was king, you have a lot to live up to
The G is in genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, it's Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in diet
be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, swear you made them a promise
No matter they do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a street nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, it out, might blow it with you
It the Truman show
the human show
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
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 you long enough
Is that all you brung? not love
That's fucked up, but I your soul
Roll up
that up