Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

Come on on
I see no wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to
give a damn about 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 dope and let 'em deal the
Give 'em guns step back watch 'em each other
It's to fight back that's what Huey said
Two shots in the now Huey's dead
I got for my brother but we can never go nowhere
we share with each other
We gotta makin' changes
to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's to be
How can the take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go to when we played as kids
But things changed, and the way it is

x2]
That's the way it is
Things will be the same
just the way it is
Aww

I see no changes all I see is faces
Misplaced hate makes to races
We I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's the wasted
Take the evil out the they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack
And time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal other
And although it heaven sent
We ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret conceal the fact
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 tell me what's a to do
Bein' don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the way
"I a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well the way it is

x2]

We gotta make a
It's for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we
And let's change the way we treat other.
You see the old way wasn't working so 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 got a war on drugs
So the can bother me
And I ain't never did a I ain't have to do
But now I'm back the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, you up,
Crack you up and smack you up
You gotta 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 trust this when they try to rush I bust
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't
My mama didn't raise no
And as long as I stay I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay
'Cause I always got to worry the pay backs
Some that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat the way it is uhh

x2]

Some will never change