Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

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

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

Take a look
Take a around

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 rag-top on 560 s-e-c he buys?
Take a look at the music man on the corner playin his sax
Fillin the air with
He's a symphony, see that 2 dollars in change in his hat?
Yo, all that brother has
This is just a little letter the situations we live in
Take a look around and realize: to succeed we can't give in

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

Now made is not necesserally money earned
But those who earn money seem to a lot less
And not very often are those tables 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 king can call a peasant
You hold a microphone, but for a throne I find you
Pursuit of and money are not the same
There is some overlap, but they're separate goals
Because it's to have one without the other, a shame
Some don't realize it, so they sell their souls

Take a look
Take a around

As I walk grand central I see so very many
and sisters that are down on their luck
Is there really pie, and they aren't gettin any?
Or is it cause they're lazy and they just don't 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?

a look around
Take a around

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

Take a around
Hey - brothers,
a look around