Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

I got I want y'all to do
Take a look

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

Take a around
Take a around

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

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

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

Take a around
Take a around

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

a look around
Take a look

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

Take a around
Hey - brothers,
Take a look