Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Around Outside

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

Rico (from Of Funk):

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

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

My best house payments behind
Now he lives in the park
Mary complains about the money she
I see some more people dying of (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)

Yo'
Trying to make the whole world invision my (invision my pain)
Trying to pretend that the was all good
Ya' what I really wish for change
But it seems killas and
But they stereo-type me as a
Hard to see
Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't to be here, Mom and Dad
never was in
It seems domestic violence is the problem
When I go (Go gome)
Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get
See my grandfather in the war
And all he ever got was medals, and my got a letter
things my kids ever GOT!?
Was a trip to the
you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
Watch them and with all this money I got
can't be saved
We all hustle so fuck the color, or black
We all struggle, we act
We then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
Feel my
It's better that you
But don't feel sorry for me, even I lived hard and rough
I lived better most
one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
I gotta homie doing 99
He sending me pictures and letters like all fine
I know not
And ya' know It's even worse
They got us over turfs
I don't know when the last time I went to
Can't sleep, too much dirt
In the middle of the ghetto, just for clout (wishin' for clout)
Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and bustas
they can get you out
See now my to live hard, a quest 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, when of it don't belong to us
And racism?! exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
We gotta we gotta problem
And the government? The only they care, is election time
And they seem to think the solution is
Build more prisons to us in...it's not right
But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in
Pac)
And all the fallen
Ya' know what, it to be in my community...drugs and violence
Now going around, now it's going around...it's going around
Soon to be in spot, if it's not there already
I'm out
(It's going outside)