Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

Come on on
I see no changes up in the morning and I ask myself
Is worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even I'm black
My stomach so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a
Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a
Give the crack to the who the hell cares
One hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope and let 'em the brothers
Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each
It's time to fight back that's what Huey
Two shots in the dark now Huey's
I got love for my brother but we can go nowhere
we share with each other
We gotta makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two strangers
And how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if close to me?
I'd to go back to when we played as kids
But changed, and that's the way it is

x2]
That's the way it is
Things never be the same
just the way it is
Aww

I see no changes all I see is faces
Misplaced hate makes to races
We under I wonder what it to make this
One better place, let's erase the
Take the out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause both and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to each other
And although it heaven sent
We ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret conceal the fact
The packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the game
Now tell me a mother to do
Bein' real don't to the brother in you
You operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kid. " I get paid,"
Well hey, well the way it is

x2]

We make a change
time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, change the way we live
And let's the way we treat each other.
You see the old way working so it's on us to do
What we do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a get a little peace
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on
So the can bother me
And I ain't did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks it back to you
let 'em jack you up, back you up,
Crack you up and smack you up
You gotta to hold ya own
They get jealous when see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust
That's the of my tool you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no
And as long as I black I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay
'Cause I got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck I roughed up way back
back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat the way it is uhh

x2]

Some things will change