Luyện nghe bài hát It's Going Around Outside

Yo' let me holla at for a minute
like 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 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)
on, coming out right
Cracked out got nerve to be crying
All my friends seem to away (Rest in peace, all y'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
going around outside
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this
It's going around

My best friend's house payments
Now he in the park outside
complains about the money she makes
I see some more people 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 what I wish for change
But it seems killas and
But stereo-type me as a thug
Hard to see
Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't to be here, Mom and Dad
never was in
It seems domestic is always the problem
When I go (Go gome)
Hoping once in my life Mom and Dad would get along
See my died 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 suffer and with all this money I got
They can't be
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
Feel my
better that you know
But don't feel sorry for me, though I lived hard and rough
I better than most
Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy
I homie that's doing 99
He sending me pictures and letters it's all fine
I it's not
And ya' what? It's even worse
They got us killin' over
I know when the last time I went to church
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 shady
Thinkin' can get you out
See now my quest to hard, a quest to live large
God I a question
it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)

Ya' what I'm sayin'
Killin' over dolla bills,
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 they care, is election
And seem to think the only 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 used to be in my community...drugs and
Now going around, now it's going around...it's going around
Soon to be in your spot, if it's not already
I'm out
(It's around outside)