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 to be bloodshed
bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, bombs, dynamite, lead
Money power respect, street cred,

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

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

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 upon 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 could just be somebody's horror that horrifies

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

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

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

'When Ready To was a sick part of my life
Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my
Then crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many 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 Poppa
So, I'd be popular, huh?
That's the inspiration I got my nigga B.I.

I him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Enter the most artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my impressed
Backpackers and press, who said my 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 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, don't even
On repeat, all of your albums play back to
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 the game losin', I'm just pressin' the reset

And when the resurrection of you shines 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