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 been known to be
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? Picture yourself goin' out as a
Picture pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, we meet the coroners
Notorious to warn us

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

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 us to see who can last the longest

And he who lasts the longest, must be the
In this concrete jungle, where dog eat dog mentality comes from
origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin'
Or it just be somebody's horror that 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 ain't just say shit, you believe it

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

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

'When Ready To was a sick 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 him better signs?
No pop of mine top Big Poppa rhymes
So, possibly I'd be popular,
That's the I got from my nigga B.I.

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

Critics lashed, said I a fortune 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 king of New York, Christopher Wallace

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

An immaculate concept, extravagant
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 shines through an
Lyrical enough to wear the crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's
Whether it's or Harlem, it'll be instant stardom, nigga