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 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 wish God would talk to me (Talk to me)
About all the pain that I've (I know you seen it too)
on, coming out right
Cracked out Mother got to be crying
All my friends seem to away (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 rain
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could away all my pain
going around outside
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all pain
It's going around

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

Yo'
Trying to the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
Trying to pretend the ghetto was all good
Ya' know I really wish for change
But it seems killas and
But they me as a thug
Hard to see
Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't to be here, Mom and Dad
was in love
It seems violence is always the problem
When I go (Go gome)
Hoping once in my 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 my kids ever GOT!?
Was a to the ghetto
you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and all this money I got
They be saved
We all so fuck the color, white or black
We all struggle, we act
We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and
my pain
It's that you know
But don't feel sorry for me, even though I hard and rough
I lived better most
Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I buy time
I gotta homie doing 99
He sending me and letters like it's all fine
I it's not
And ya' know It's even worse
got us killin' over turfs
I don't know when the last time I went to
Can't sleep, doin' too dirt
In the of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and bustas
they can get you out
See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live
God I have a
it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)

Ya' what I'm sayin'
Killin' over bills, paper
Fightin' over turfs, none of it don't belong to us
And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm
We gotta realize we problem
And the government? The only time care, is election time
And they to think the only 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' know what, it to be in my community...drugs and violence
Now it's going around, now going around...it's going around
Soon to be in your spot, if not there already
I'm out
(It's going outside)