Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

I got something I want to do
Take a around

Take a look around, take a around and ask yourself: why?
See all those people on the other side of town, livin large and high?
Take a look around, see that to this liquor store?
He out of thunderbird, but I got to say more
Take a look around as the wealthy and
Go to plush parties and do-si-do together, that a bitch?
Cause they're movin on while most of us sit complainin
Bout, "ain't nuff opportunities for our people", it's always rainin
But take a 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

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

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

Now made is not necesserally money earned
But those who earn money to have a lot less
And not very often are those ever turned
But then again, not a measure of success
The power of 3, you see, is present
Slide and ride this groove, to get the
a true king can call someone a peasant
You hold a microphone, but for a throne I find you
of happiness and money are not the same
There is some overlap, but they're still separate
Because possible to have one without the other, a shame
Some realize it, so they sell away their souls

a look around
Take a around

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

Take a look
a look around

I jackie, when jackie was a hottie
Jeans used to fit her like the skin 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, mike and
Maybe if she'd done a little bit than just pray
Ron wouldn't be dead, and the other two, they wouldn't be in
I remember mr. tee, he used to walk a limp
He had a leg, y'know, cause he lost it in the war
Maybe if this country had made attempt
To take care of their veterans, mr. tee, he wouldn'ta to die poor

Take a around
Hey - brothers,
Take a around