Luyện nghe bài hát It Has Been Said

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

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

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

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

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

And he who lasts the longest, must be the
In this concrete jungle, 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 that just

And applies to his or the sizes
In his entourage, that intimidates the
To the point you know that he's gangster
He ain't just say shit, you believe it

B.I.G. taught us niggaz to think big
I'm been my business since then, so anxious
It ain't how we live, what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I in, sent chills through my skin

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

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

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

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

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

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

An immaculate concept, 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 shines through an
Lyrical enough to the same crown of thorns literally
pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem, be instant stardom, nigga