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, pipe bombs, dynamite,
Money respect, street cred, yeah

It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a
mural pictures 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 back and 'Pac's, landmarks, in rap
Statistically in fact, it's so sad to see us
tragic events, which lead us back

To where we left off on March 9th to come from such knock lifes
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 us to see who can last the longest

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

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 about my business since then, so anxious
It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for
I took in, sent chills through my skin

Vicious, I'm the same sights 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 in them skies

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

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

I him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Enter the phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my design
Backpackers and press, who said my 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 king of New York, Christopher Wallace

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

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

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