Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

Come on on
I see no wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn a negro
Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a
Give the crack to the who the hell cares
One less hungry on the welfare
First ship 'em and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's Huey said
Two shots in the now Huey's dead
I got love for my but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each
We start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a instead of two distant strangers
And how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as
But changed, and that's the way it is

x2]
That's the way it is
Things never be the same
That's the way it is
Aww

I see no all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate disgrace to races
We under I wonder it takes to make this
One place, let's erase the wasted
the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smokin' tonight
And only time we chill is when we each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each
And although it seems heaven
We ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the
The penitentiary's packed, and it's with blacks
But some will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the game
Now me what's a mother to do
Bein' real don't to the brother in you
You gotta operate the way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a way
Sellin' to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well the way it is

x2]

We gotta a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' changes.
change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way working so it's on us to do
we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes a brother get a little peace
It's war on the and the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on
So the police can me
And I ain't did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, you up,
you up and pimp smack you up
You learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile
But tell the cops can't touch this
I don't this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't
My mama didn't no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta strapped
And I never get to lay
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay
Some that I roughed up way back
Comin' after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat the way it is uhh

x2]

Some will never change