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
bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite,
Money power respect, cred, yeah

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

To where we left off on March 9th to come such 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 upon us to see who can the longest

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

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

B.I.G. taught us niggaz to think big
I'm been about my business then, so anxious
It how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills 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 there's no limit in them

'When To Die' was a sick part of my life
that forty-five, plottin' to pop my mind
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 better
No pop of could top Big Poppa rhymes
So, I'd be popular, huh?
the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.

I took him coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Enter the phenomenal artist of any and all time
I a Frankenstein, my design 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 addressin' the absent to who he is
The original of New York, Christopher Wallace

This is a on Diddy's 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 visit your grave 'cause our intact

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 the resurrection of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns
I'ma pay homage, finest
Whether Queens or Harlem, it'll be instant stardom, nigga