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 on the other side of town, livin large and postin high?
a look around, see that bumrush to this liquor 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?
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 look around, I see plenty of sunshine 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 young people take their eyes off the prize
See my man simon talkin bout he's put a kit
And a rag-top on that 560 s-e-c he
Take a around at the music man on the corner playin his sax
Fillin the air with
He's a one-man symphony, see 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 around
Hey sister, take a look

Now money made is not necesserally money
But those who earn seem to have a lot less
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 this groove, to get the meanin
a true king can call someone a peasant
You hold a microphone, but for a I find you fiendin
Pursuit of and money are not the same
There is some overlap, but they're still separate
Because it's possible to have one without the other, a
Some don't realize it, so sell away their souls

Take a around
a look around

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

Take a look
Take a look

I remember jackie, when was a hottie
Jeans used to fit her like the upon a grape
Me and every other brother fiened for her
But smokin, so now look at her shape
Now mrs green to church like every single sunday
And she had sons, ron, mike and dale
Maybe if done a little bit more 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 wooden leg, y'know, cause he it in the war
Maybe if this country had made some
To take care of their veterans, mr. tee, he wouldn'ta to die poor

Take a around
Hey - brothers,
a look around