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

Another gangstarr remix, tailor made for Gray
Big kids like us a lot of space to play
I'm blowin' fakes away my man Mos Def
Of course Primo on the
Rock the no vest, so don't test

'Cause you could a bad one
I turn y'all happy camper into sad ones
Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never
I need a place to lay low bro 'cause one is murder

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

The owner is mean ol' bitch
Who degrades him
Then she him for no reason
wanna give him his last pay, hey

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

When 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 much 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 them are words

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

Yo, puttin' a maximum effort for minimum
You bring the stillest 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 week check and let me bounce up and skate
when she said, "I ain't giving you not one thin dime"
And so she made me wanna switch my criminal mind

She sittin' back in her office, major dough
And wanna give a young man the pay she owe
As soon as I got on the horn and Macy, yo
Like yo this crazy ho tryna me low

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

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

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

But we ain't have to got a birdie cape
To me the old maid meet her maker
Your 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 suitcase of money
We to a Jamaican paradise
One I've learned through all of this is
Having money sure is

Me and my baby got
He's hard to make his dreams come true
As far as regrets, I have any
Would

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

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

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