Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look Around

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

a look around, take a look around and ask yourself: why?
See all those on the other side of town, livin large and postin high?
Take a around, see that bumrush to this liquor store?
He out of thunderbird, but I got to say more
Take a around as the wealthy and rich
Go to plush parties and do-si-do together, ain't a bitch?
Cause they're movin on while most of us sit complainin
Bout, "ain't nuff opportunities for our people", like it's always
But take a look around, cause I see of sunshine in the sky
Maybe 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 young people take their off the prize
See my man simon talkin he's gonna put a kit
And a rag-top on that 560 s-e-c he
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 in change in his hat?
Yo, that's all brother has
This is just a letter about the situations we live in
Take a look and realize: to succeed we just can't give in

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

Now money made is not necesserally money
But those who earn money seem to have a lot
And not often are those tables ever turned
But then again, not a measure of success
The power of 3, you see, is present
and ride this groove, to get the meanin
Only a true king can 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 separate
it's possible to have one without the other, a shame
Some don't realize it, so they sell their souls

Take a look
Take a look

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

a look around
Take a look

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 single sunday
And she had sons, ron, mike and dale
Maybe if she'd done a bit more than just pray
Ron wouldn't be dead, and the other two, wouldn't be in jail
I remember mr. tee, he to walk with a limp
He had a wooden leg, y'know, he lost it in the war
Maybe if this had made some attempt
To take care of veterans, mr. tee, he wouldn'ta have to die poor

Take a around
Hey - brothers,
Take a around