Luyện nghe bài hát It Has Been Said

It has been, it has been, it has been, it has

It has been said there has been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite,
Money power respect, street cred,

It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a
Picture mural of us painted all over street corners
Fans to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
tried to warn us

We watched, so many Biggie off of
Biggie's and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
in fact, it's so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us

To where we left off on March 9th to come from such hard knock
And make it up out of 'em, hit the
And, once they're on us this is our
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can last the

And he who the longest, must be the strongest
In this jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin, which is usually originated cats who starvin'
Or it could just be somebody's horror just horrifies

And applies to his or the sizes
In his entourage, intimidates the people
To the point that you that he's gangster
He just say shit, you just believe it

Since B.I.G. us niggaz to think big
I'm been about my since then, so anxious
It how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent through my skin

Vicious, I'm experiencin' the sights as him
what excited Obie to write these poems
Rollin', through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them

'When Ready To Die' was a part of my life
that forty-five, plottin' to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so times rewind
Got me to a straight line and get up on my grind

Get up out the system, who could give him signs?
No pop of mine could top Big rhymes
So, possibly I'd be popular,
That's the inspiration I got my nigga B.I.

I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his
Enter the phenomenal artist of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my design impressed
and press, who said my house was a mess

Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his
All I did was build a dynasty, off of his
And I'm the adolescents absent to who he is
The original king of New York, Christopher

This is a on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
And teach her that all the drama, don't even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play to back
And I your grave 'cause our friendship's intact

An concept, extravagant progress
wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin', "God bless"
Regardless to critics yellin' that East,
I seen the game losin', I'm just pressin' the

And when the resurrection of you through an individual
Lyrical enough to the same crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem, be instant stardom, nigga