Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

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

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

Take a look
a look around

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

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

Now money made is not necesserally earned
But those who money seem to have a lot less
And not very are those tables ever turned
But then again, money's not a measure of
The power of 3, you see, is ever
and ride this groove, to get the meanin
Only a true can call someone a peasant
You hold a microphone, but for a throne I you fiendin
Pursuit of and money are not the same
There is overlap, but they're still separate goals
Because it's to have one without the other, a shame
Some don't realize it, so sell away their souls

a look around
Take a around

As I walk through grand central I see so very
Brothers and sisters that are down on their
Is there really pie, and they just gettin any?
Or is it cause they're lazy and they just give a fuck?
Walkin through the park I see playin celo
4-5-6, bam lost 3 g's and a kilo
Who says they only for kicks?

Take a look
a look around

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

Take a look
Hey - brothers,
Take a look