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 was elsewhere
And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being
But God, I got so many
I want you to anwser
Me Out...

Rico (from Of Funk):

I wish that God talk to me (Talk to me)
About all the pain that seen (I know you seen it too)
Move on, coming out
out Mother got nerve to be crying
All my friends seem to pass (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 rain
I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could 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 around outside

My best house payments behind
Now he lives in the outside
complains about the money she makes
I see some more 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 the ghetto was all good
Ya' know what I wish for change
But it seems 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
was in love
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 to the ghetto
you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
Watch them suffer and all this money I got
They can't be
We all hustle so fuck the color, or black
We all struggle, we act
We better then each other, we're to be all sistas and brothas
Feel my
It's that you know
But don't feel for me, even though I lived hard and rough
I better than 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 what? even worse
They got us over turfs
I don't know when the 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 and shady bustas
Thinkin' can get you out
See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live
God I a question
Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, my pain...feel that?)

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