Luyện nghe bài hát Where's The Love

At times I watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO
Ethiopian food in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: classic
up in the party: titanium black car
Romanian 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 secret indictments don't take away their dreams
You 16, you do 20, come home young
Catch 20 when you 40? Holmes, you're done
What have we become? Rap from trap stars
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
Toasters to pop your medullas off of shoulders
ain't the Truman Show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with to erase you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the

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

I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could
Who it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug was my rank
'Cept I had a vision above niggas, I think
It's crazy how many brothers from where I come from
Some made it out big, dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 lock-up
Younger generation, they want to and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like they not us,
"Cops'll look at you they look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one ass nigga, that's Jungle
Now we having babies, cause growing up it was us
No uncles or cousins to fight us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is
Even though me and Jung show 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, 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 to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made a promise
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of
I'm a street corner nigga, New York loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might it with you
It the Truman show
It's the human
Ask the F.B.I. at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to you
brother go and get your paper, I got love

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