Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Around Outside

Yo' let me holla at y'all for a
It's when, I was in the ghetto
I was never in the ghetto, my mind was elsewhere
And if I was locked down, I would invision being free
But God, I got so many
I just want you to
Me Out...

Rico (from Of Funk):

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

But I it would rain
I I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could 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
going around outside

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

Yo'
Trying to the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
Trying to that the ghetto was all good
Ya' know what I really wish for
But it killas 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 domestic violence is always the problem
I go home (Go gome)
Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get
See my died in the war
And all he got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
things my kids ever GOT!?
Was a trip to the
Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and with all this I got
They be saved
We all hustle so fuck the color, white or
We all struggle, we act
We better then each other, we're supposed to be all and brothas
my pain
It's better that you
But don't feel sorry for me, even I lived hard and rough
I better 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 it's not
And ya' know what? even worse
They got us killin' turfs
I don't know when the time I went to church
Can't sleep, too much dirt
In the of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
Ladies forget babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
they can get you out
See now my quest to live hard, a quest to large
God I a question
it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)

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