Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

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

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

I see no changes all I see is racist
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to
We I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting
'Cause both black and white is crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill other
It skill to be real, time to heal each other
And it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a President, uhh
It ain't a secret conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled blacks
But things will never change
Try to show another way but you in the dope game
Now tell me a mother to do
Bein' real appeal to the brother in you
You gotta the easy 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 gotta a change
It's time for us as a to start makin' some changes.
change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's 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 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 got a war on drugs
So the can bother 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,
Crack you up and pimp you up
You gotta to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile
But the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I this
the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't no fool
And as long as I stay I gotta stay strapped
And I get to lay back
'Cause I got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck I roughed up way back
back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat the way it is uhh

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Some things will never