Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

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

Take a look around, take a look and ask yourself: why?
See all those people on the other side of town, livin large and high?
Take a look around, see that bumrush to liquor store?
He sold out of thunderbird, but I got to say
Take a look around as the wealthy and
Go to plush parties and together, ain't that a bitch?
Cause movin on while most of us sit back complainin
Bout, "ain't nuff for our people", like 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

a look around
Take a look

Take a look around as young people take their eyes off the prize
See my man simon bout 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 corner his sax
the air with jazz
He's a one-man symphony, see 2 dollars in change in his hat?
Yo, that's all that has
This is just a letter about the situations we live in
Take a around and realize: to succeed we just can't give in

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

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

a look around
Take a around

As I walk through grand I see so very many
Brothers and sisters that are 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 give a
Walkin the park I see bam-bam playin celo
4-5-6, bam just 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 upon a grape
Me and every other fiened for her body
But smokin, so now look at her shape
Now mrs green goes to church like every sunday
And she had sons, ron, mike and dale
Maybe if she'd done a bit more than just pray
Ron be dead, and the other two, they wouldn't be in jail
I remember mr. tee, he used to walk a limp
He had a wooden leg, y'know, 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

a look around
Hey - brothers,
Take a look