Luyện nghe bài hát It Has Been Said

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

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

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

We watched, so many backed 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 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
And, once they're on us this is our
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can the longest

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

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

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

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

'When Ready To Die' was a part of my life
Palmin' that forty-five, to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many rewind
Got me to a straight line 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 most phenomenal of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my design
and press, who said my house was a mess

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

This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father
And teach her that with all the drama, even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to
And I visit your grave our friendship's intact

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

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