Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Around Outside

Yo' let me at y'all for a minute
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 myself being free
But God, I got so many
I just you to anwser
Me Out...

Rico (from Of Funk):

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

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

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

Yo'
Trying to make the whole world my pain (invision my pain)
Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all
Ya' know what I really for change
But it killas and drug-dealas
But they stereo-type me as a
to see clear
Supposed to be stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad
never was in
It seems domestic violence is the problem
I go home (Go gome)
Hoping in my life that Mom and Dad would get along
See my died in the war
And all he got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
Only things my ever GOT!?
Was a trip to the
Have you seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and with all this I got
can't be saved
We all hustle so the color, white or black
We all struggle, we act
We better then each other, supposed to be all sistas and brothas
my pain
It's better you know
But don't feel sorry for me, though I lived hard and rough
I lived better than
one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
I gotta homie doing 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' over
I don't know the last time I went to church
sleep, doin' too much dirt
In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for (wishin' for clout)
forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
Thinkin' can get you out
See now my quest to live hard, a to live large
God I a question
Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, my pain...feel that?)

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