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 a lot of space to play
I'm fakes away with my man Mos Def
Of course on the track
Rock the streets no vest, so test

you could catch a bad one
I turn y'all camper rappers into sad ones
Always you with a new joint, shit you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro this one is murder

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

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

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

When down it breaks my heart to see him
So I figured I'd to her woman to woman
I walk in and she her cash
Got so much cash her office 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

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

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

Give me my last week and let me bounce up and skate
That's she said, "I ain't giving 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 as I got on the horn and called Macy, yo
Like yo this ho tryna play me low

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

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

Yo, I know you had a gun
What you think funny
Look at all money
But damn you went and her in the tummy
at all these papers

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

With a suitcase full of
We to a Jamaican paradise
One thing learned through all of this is
Having sure is nice

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

I've committed murder and I think 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 here and fly

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

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