Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Around Outside

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

Rico (from Of Funk):

I wish that God talk to me (Talk to me)
About all the pain 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 y'all in
peace)
I heard one say, that's the 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 going around
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could away all this pain
going around outside

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

Yo'
Trying to make the whole invision my pain (invision my pain)
Trying to that the ghetto was all good
Ya' know I really wish for change
But it seems and drug-dealas
But stereo-type me as a thug
to see clear
Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't to be here, Mom and Dad
was in love
It seems domestic violence is always the
I go home (Go gome)
Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad get along
See my grandfather in the war
And all he got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
Only things my kids GOT!?
Was a trip to the
you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and with all money I got
They be saved
We all hustle so the color, white or black
We all struggle, we act
We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and
Feel my
It's that you know
But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived and rough
I lived than most
Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy
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 the last time I went to church
Can't sleep, doin' too much
In the middle of the ghetto, wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady
they can get you out
See now my to live hard, a quest to live large
God I have a
Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, my pain...feel that?)

Ya' what I'm sayin'
over dolla bills, paper
Fightin' over turfs, when none of it belong to us
And racism?! exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
We gotta realize we gotta
And the government? The only time they care, is time
And they seem to think the solution is
Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not
But I got homies over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace
Pac)
And all the soldiers
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 spot, if it's not there already
I'm out
(It's going outside)