Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

I got something I y'all to do
a look around

Take a look around, take a look and ask yourself: why?
See all those people on the other of town, livin large and postin high?
Take a look around, see bumrush to this liquor store?
He out of thunderbird, but I got to say more
Take a look as the wealthy and rich
Go to plush parties and together, ain't that a bitch?
Cause movin on while most of us sit back complainin
Bout, "ain't nuff opportunities for our people", like it's rainin
But a look around, cause I see plenty of sunshine in the sky
Maybe next time, instead of complainin, you go out and get a of the pie

a look around
Take a look

a look around as more young people take their eyes off the prize
See my man simon bout he's gonna put a kit
And a on that 560 s-e-c he buys?
Take a look around at the man on the corner playin his sax
Fillin the air with
He's a one-man symphony, see that 2 dollars in change in his
Yo, that's all that has
This is a little letter about the situations we live in
Take a look around and realize: to succeed we can't give in

Now take a around
Hey brother, a look around
Hey sister, take a look

Now money is not necesserally money earned
But who earn money seem to have a lot less
And not very often are tables ever turned
But then again, not a measure of success
The power of 3, you see, is present
Slide and this groove, to get the meanin
Only a true king can call someone a
You hold a microphone, but for a I find you fiendin
Pursuit of happiness and are not the same
There is some overlap, but still separate goals
it's possible to have one without the other, a shame
Some don't realize it, so sell away their souls

Take a look
Take a around

As I walk grand central I see so very many
Brothers and sisters that are on their luck
Is there really pie, and just aren't gettin any?
Or is it cause they're lazy and they just give a fuck?
Walkin through the park I see bam-bam celo
4-5-6, bam just 3 g's and a kilo
Who says they play for kicks?

Take a look
a look around

I remember jackie, when jackie was a
Jeans used to fit her the skin upon a grape
Me and every brother fiened for her body
But smokin, so now look at her shape
Now mrs goes to church like every single sunday
And she had three sons, ron, and dale
Maybe if done a little bit more than just pray
Ron wouldn't be dead, and the other two, wouldn't be in jail
I remember mr. tee, he to walk with a limp
He had a wooden leg, y'know, cause he it in the war
Maybe if this had made some attempt
To take care of their veterans, mr. tee, he have to die poor

Take a around
Hey - brothers,
Take a around