Luyện nghe bài hát I've Committed Murder [Bonus Tracks] (Gang Starr Main Mix)

Another gangstarr remix, tailor made for Macy
Big kids like us need a lot of space to
I'm blowin' fakes away my man Mos Def
Of Primo on the track
Rock the streets no vest, so test

you could catch a bad one
I turn happy camper rappers into sad ones
Always bless you with a new joint, shit you heard
I need a place to lay low bro 'cause this one is

My baby works down at the Boulevard
Just a fine young man with big
to make his own way

The owner is mean ol' bitch
Who him everyday
she fires him for no reason
Don't wanna him his last pay, hey

I've murder and I think I've got away
Hiding at my mother's house, get me right away
I have no of paying for my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly

he's down it breaks my heart to see him
So I figured I'd talk to her woman to
I in and she countin' her cash
Got so cash her office looks like a green pasture

I said, "Give him the you owe him"
She said, "Get back, bitch, I givin' you shit"
I said, "You ol' bag, you heard"
But are fighting words

I've committed and I think I've got away
Hiding at my mother's house, get me right away
I have no intention of paying for my crime, fear
Gonna get the next plane here and fly away

Yo, puttin' a maximum effort for wage
You bring the waters up to a simmering rage
My boss steady, [Incomprehensible]
treat a brother any old typical way
He-he-hey, that ain't the way I'm today

Give me my last week check and let me up and skate
That's when she said, "I ain't giving you not one dime"
And so she made me wanna into my criminal mind

She back in her office, countin' major dough
And don't wanna a young man the pay she owe
As as I got on the horn and called Macy, yo
Like yo this crazy ho play me low

Macy beemed on the scene with hands on deck
Like respect debt or protect your neck
But old chick got and said, "What you gon' do?
Macy reached for the made a holla like Ja Rule

And I was oh shit, relax don't flip
But ol' chick got slick Macy let off a whole
Then she said, "You crazy you leva ain't free"
Snatched the and made a dash like OJ and AC and we out

Yo, I didn't you had a gun
What you it's funny
Look at all money
But damn you and shot her in the tummy
at all these papers

But we ain't to got pull a birdie cape
To help me the old maid her maker
maker that rhymes with Jamaica
You better bounce our face be in the paper
Yeah, be up in the bing is not the flavor

With a full of money
We to a Jamaican paradise
One thing I've learned all of this is
money sure is nice

Me and my got married
He's working hard to his dreams come true
As far as regrets, I don't any
Would

I've committed and I think I've got away
Hiding at my house, come get me right away
I have no of paying for my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane here and fly away

I've committed murder and I think I've got
Hiding at my house, come get me right away
I no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear
Gonna get the next plane outta here and fly

And I don't bad about it
Fly
And I don't bad about it
Fly
And I feel bad about it
Fly
And I feel bad about it