Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Around Outside

Yo' let me at y'all for a minute
like when, I was in the ghetto
I was never in the ghetto, my mind was elsewhere
And if I was locked down, I invision myself being free
But God, I got so questions
I want you to anwser
Me Out...

Rico (from Of Funk):

I that God would talk to me (Talk to me)
About all the pain that I've seen (I know you it too)
on, coming out right
Cracked out got nerve to be crying
All my friends seem to pass (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in
peace)
I heard one say, that's the way (No it ain't)

But I wish it would
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it wash away all my pain
It's around outside
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it wash away all this pain
It's around outside

My friend's house payments behind
Now he in the park outside
Mary about the money she makes
I see some more people of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)

Yo'
Trying to the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all
Ya' know I really wish for change
But it seems and drug-dealas
But they me as a thug
to see clear
Supposed to be one-night stand, I supposed to be here, Mom and Dad
never was in
It seems domestic violence is the problem
I go home (Go gome)
Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad get along
See my died in the war
And all he ever got was medals, and my got a letter
things my kids ever GOT!?
Was a to the ghetto
Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and with all money I got
They can't be
We all hustle so fuck the color, or black
We all struggle, we act
We better then other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
Feel my
It's better you know
But don't sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough
I lived than most
one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
I gotta homie that's 99
He sending me pictures and letters it's all fine
I know not
And ya' what? It's even worse
got us killin' over turfs
I don't know when the last I went to church
sleep, doin' too much dirt
In the middle of the ghetto, wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
Ladies having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
they can get you out
See now my quest to live hard, a to live large
God I have a
it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)

Ya' know what I'm
Killin' over dolla bills,
Fightin' over turfs, none of it don't belong to us
And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm
We realize we gotta problem
And the government? The only they care, is election time
And they seem to think the solution is
Build prisons to throw us in...it's not right
But I got homies over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace
Pac)
And all the soldiers
Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and
Now it's around, now it's going around...it's going around
Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there
I'm out
(It's around outside)