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

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

'Cause you 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 to lay low bro 'cause this one is murder

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

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

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
get the next plane outta here and fly away

When he's it breaks my heart to see him
So I figured I'd talk to her to woman
I walk in and she 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 ain't you shit"
I said, "You ol' bag, you heard"
But them are words

I've committed 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

Yo, puttin' a maximum effort for minimum
You bring the waters up to a simmering rage
My slippin' steady, [Incomprehensible]
Tryna treat a brother any old way
He-he-hey, that the way I'm living today

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

She sittin' back in her office, major dough
And don't wanna give a 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 with both on deck
Like respect your or protect your neck
But old chick got bold and said, "What you do?
Macy reached for the tool made a like Ja Rule

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

Yo, I know you had a gun
What you it's funny
Look at all this
But damn you went and her in the tummy
Look at all papers

But we ain't have to got pull a birdie
To help me the old maid meet her
Your that rhymes with Jamaica
You better bounce before our face be in the
Yeah, be locked up in the bing is not the

a suitcase full of money
We flew to a Jamaican
One thing I've learned through all of is
Having money is nice

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

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, fear
Gonna get the plane outta here and fly away

I've murder 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 outta and fly away

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