Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

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

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That's the way it is
will never be the same
That's the way it is
Aww

I see no changes all I see is racist
Misplaced makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it to make this
One place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be 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 each other
And although it heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a President, uhh
It ain't a don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and filled with blacks
But some things never change
Try to show way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now me what's a mother to do
Bein' real appeal 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,"
hey, well that's the way it is

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We make a change
time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, change the way we live
And change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't so it's on us to do
What we do, to survive.

And I see no changes can't 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 can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I have to do
But now I'm back the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em you up, back you up,
Crack you up and pimp you up
You gotta learn to ya own
They get jealous when see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch
I don't trust this they try to rush I bust this
That's the of my tool you say it ain't cool
My mama raise 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 buck that I roughed up way
Comin' back all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat the way it is uhh

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Some things will change