Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Love

Woke up the mornin', I heard a rumor
They said the gang wars was
I 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell
Can't the way I felt

Too years I seen my brothers die
And I can't say that shit was really fly
But I used to gangbang when I was
So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin'

I never thought I lived to see us
Crips and holdin' hands, the shit is ill
But I love it, I help it
Too death on the streets and we dealt it

Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The
Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin' out, gee
I the shit'll never stop
You used to see the wrong colors, and the went pop-pop

But now the kids got a to live
And the O.G.'s got something to
That's love, black on black, that's how made it
And if any busters flip, get faded
L.A. is where I'm of

to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta

I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my
Red or blue, the color
We got a chance, so we can sweat the real fools
Show muthafuckas the real tools

Check the enemy, it the family
Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D.
They gotta understand, they beat on a
gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin'?

And if we flip, all flip together
'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for weather
And we gotta realize, the on the east side
You 'em S-A's, I call 'em allies

Because the day we all unite
Watch the pigs get polite
Punk muthafuckas gotta learn
That we ain't takin' no more

L.A. is where I'm of
Peace to all the gangsters I gotta lotta love

Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
Folks on things, mad systems boom
The girls are better
The truce is on, so you wear whatever

At Venice by the
Rag-top Trey the three-wheel motion
There's all around
Still crazy sets, but you just clown

I pray L.A. can this way
It's the summer I can really say
I felt cool, we all
Went to the park and nobody got

Now if you got a problem, man on man
You need a gang to solve 'em
I seen the greatest thing I seen in my
Two brothers in a straight up fist
Nobody pulled a gat, nobody in
Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got in

L.A. is I'm speakin' of
Peace to my city 'cuz I gotta lotta
Got a love

G A T E S, I hope you a vest
after you're out the fuckin' office
'Cuz on a totally different tip
that pig brutality shit

This is gettin' to me
brother on the street is my homie
I'm rollin' through a hood I never been
And every steps to me as a friend

I it, I love it
And nothin' in my life ever be above it
We wanna see our all grown up
tired of seein' our hoods get blown up

L.A. is a great
Fly girls, dope cars, life at a pace
But was killin' it quick
Another got hit, bullshit

Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a
We was goin' off to end
But now we got a chance, my
To mend, and make the blend

all go out on a picnic, kick shit
And squash all the
Last I lost about five homies
This is real to me

L.A. is I'm speakin' of
Peace to all the 'cuz I gotta lotta love
lotta love

Yo, this is out to all the gangbangers
All over South Central, Watts,
All over L.A., East L.A.
You know I'm It's basically goin' down
Peace to all the and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys, Hoovers, Rollin 60's, 83's, Bounty
and the Jungle

This is goin' out to all the brothers over in Watts
You know what I'm sayin'? it up
Grape Street, Nutty Blocc, Hood
And all them niggas out in Compton
Rollin 30s, Harlem, ah

Pueblos, G's, Peace
Inglewood Family, Street
South Loc and all the S-A
All the different sets, set, Crip, Blood
What doesn't matter to me 'cuz I gotta love
You know what I'm Hope the truce never ends
You I'm sayin'? We can do this