Luyện nghe bài hát Why (What's Goin On?)

Sky's the so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
I gotta do my thing, I'm getting a little tired of all that's hidden
That's the reason I'm a my mind, keep from going insane
Now work it, we in the last innin'
The world keeps spinnin', my peoples steady losin' while the keep winnin'
It's we neva smilin' and the devil steady grinnin'
Killin' we representin'
Even our children and women, 2K4, livin' and under the law
Young joins the marines, says he'll die for the core
up into the government's war as if the land of money and oil
Funny how none of it yours
I can't sleep yo I'm paranoid, it's orange
It's far right, I guess that's why it feels so wrong
To see the get stripped out of every resource
And people pray to now instead of the gods
goin' on?

Why

Keepin' your head water, hustlin' to survive
Some people chasin' a dream, others chasin' a high
Some people blind leading the blind, chasin' a lie
Some people chokin' broken barely makin' it by
But still workin' all they live, they pushin' for the light
Givin' everything got to stitch them swishes on ya Nike's
Puttin' on our jeans, mining diamonds for them rings
Rewarded with small change and bullets in the
And it makes me feel everything we take for granted
At I feel stranded on this planet of mine
Now should I pull the hammer, clap it out, and about it
Or stand up, be counted I cast my ballot
When the undertaker's and the prison's is crowded
People livin' in fear they vision is clouded
But the sky's the limit, I cryin' you a river
Gotta move me a mountain, I'm a git up and it

When I it's hounds on my heels gainin' momentum
I'm tired, can't get uninspired or quit
I can feel they inches behind, I escape, I survive
Some how I gotta how much I want it
Or is anybody listenin' without a pot to in
If I disappear I wonder if the will know I'm missin'
Who my system, it's not the court system
Gotta it said that you're not avoiding prison
People 'neath the 'cause we defining the culture
They smile and insult you like you shinin' loafers
Them old heads say we a modern day Moses
When the is posers we needing some soldiers
It's the X generation, the anger is a
Got the writing on the wall so clear I can taste it
Like a kid sniffing glue somewhere trying to
we vulnerable and naked
Gotta 'em we can make it