Luyện nghe bài hát Changes

Come on on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask
Is life living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of 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 trigger kill a nigga a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell
One hungry mouth on the welfare
First 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns step back 'em kill 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
Unless we share each other
We gotta makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two strangers
And how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if 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 never be the same
That's the way it is
Aww

I see no changes all I see is racist
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to
We under I wonder what it to make this
One better place, erase the wasted
Take the out the people they'll be acting right
both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we is when we kill each other
It takes to be real, time to heal each other
And it seems heaven sent
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 things will change
Try to show way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now me what's a mother to do
Bein' don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a way
crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well the way it is

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We gotta make a
It's for us as a people to start makin' some 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 wasn't working so on us to do
What we do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a get a little peace
It's war on the and the war in the Middle East
of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can 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 smack you up
You learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya phone
But tell the 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 raise no fool
And as long as I stay I gotta stay strapped
And I get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry the pay backs
buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat the way it is uhh

x2]

Some will never change